Merely a matter of time…
Since we’re sitting here, you and I, on what appears to be the same little branch of this tree in the Milky Way, Universe, Totality, I have just one simple question I’d like to ask you here and now:
Would you throw all safety measures, lifebuoys, fallout shelters overbord, cancel the morning paper indefinitely, be on leave from work and simply throw yourself into outer space with me as traveling companion with no map or plans or directions whatsoever, Would you?
Would you trust me and my ability enough to simply jump, knowing that I’d be there catching you when you go?
Would you realize everything would end just fine, no matter at what odds?
If you answer yes to any of the above questions I must admit you are a person who put feelings way before sense, way, way ahead of, perhaps not even on the same continent, and however much I might recognize myself in you, you are probably completely lethal to be around, and if you are not locked up, I suppose they must be on to you and it’s merely a matter of time…
Ophelia was a preference, not humanly accessible, not as such.