Wicked fingers claw.
You’re there, on the other side of nowhere,
waiting to see if I’ll find my way
to where you are.
Footsteps fall, echo, live
inside realities made of paper. Do you remember
what it felt like to seek instead of hide?
To yearn for the unknown?
Here’s another one for Three Line Thursday. I only submitted the lines in italics, but I left the rest anyway.