Grace chases you like a long-winded sigh - it slides through the cracks in the windshield; the lines in your soul. Turn away. grin. Chagrin. Has it been so long, since. What once was, driven by emotional stress. Heavy, upbeat, toothy smiles. And, in no need to be rushed. But - to be noticed. A crazy, full dream - a silent notion. Tearing at an idea, one Million directions. Well, two. We came here so alone &; now, together. At this one place in this metaphorical Universe, we’ve met Time. And now, squashed against reality - we will fight for the Red & Yellow sunsets & scream with the restless wind. For it has never been about the Years ahead, but the spaces between them.