Flashes

I cannot help but wonder – what if I let myself fall?

What if I lost my pride and answered the call?

Not like it matters at all

When I am ten feet tall.

I am just wondering – what could have happened

If I never stalled?

Now I can only imagine our lives overlapping

Until they become a single figure.

Will the timeline keep snapping?

Will it break us in half, will my part be bigger?

I cannot help myself, the thrown away shots keep flashing…

Is it you behind the trigger?

Or is it my imagination begging for the thunder to stop crashing?

-JW