Lines

What is it about lines?

It's all about lines. The finish line at the end of the day. Waiting in line for a chance to kiss that person you wish would see you. And then there's the most important line, the line separating you from the people you work with. It doesn't help to get too familiar. To make friends. You need boundaries between you and the rest of the world. Other people are far too messy. It's all about lines. Drawing lines in the sand and praying like hell no one crosses them.

l'm sure they're all very nice, but l'm very particular about who I let in. I swore he wasn't right. Why? He looked angry, he was quiet. No big smiles, no laughter. Where was his head at? Would he even be able to let me in? Everything in me screamed, no. Get in, get out. No smiling, no hugging, no letting him in. No hopes. Get in. Get out. Draw the lines, dance along it enjoy a moment or two and leave.

The problem with that is...

At some point, you have to make a decision. Boundaries don't keep other people out. They fence you in. Life is messy. That's how we're made. So you can waste your life drawing lines or you can live your life crossing them. But there are some lines, lines that are intense. So, it's intense. The intensity makes you starry eyed, heart racing, rosy cheeked dumb. No self-control. lt's sad. Really.

Here however is what I know. If you're willing to take the chance the view from the other side is spectacular.