When you realize it will be too late.
I won’t even know myself as the blueprint maps us together.
Blink and know there has been more movement …
Little things make the difference.
A touch on the shoulder.
A lean in to feel the possibility of bare skin.
Voices, the tone with the right clarity pitching the perfect negotiation.
Then not to forget the hints of thoughts with sweepings of our design, unseen, unheard, unknown and you know it’s priceless and many bid this minute for the same.
“Can you see them coveting for just a small sketch?”
Push against it.
Try to resist it.
Close your heart to it.
Too late, the fuel line is pumping our fate into this vehicle called life.
We have this date it seems with love.
Doesn’t matter who goes first.
Love doesn’t count anybody out of the equation.
Well unless you are all excuses with maps and signs…
Love I suggest does make the world go round
And can make you giddy and fall off your center.