My Love, My Race, My Escape!

Some people say nothing to those they love when time is still on their side. But when they are gone, they start to miss one another.  Perhaps we all assume we have all the time to breakup and then makeup. Or we assume there are special times to say what we really mean – still searching for the best time.

There is nothing like the best time, just say it while you can because it could be too late by the next tick of the clock.

We are really the same, male or female. We have the same needs– love, food and shelter. We all have fears, secrets; flaws, but we still hold on to hope and belief. We tend to cling to those that come to our rescue when it feels like the world has come to its end.

If you ask me what my escapes are, I would say they are pretty much like yours. Drugs, alcohol, food; sex, books, movies, music, dance, perhaps work and good conversation, we pretty much pick from the same basket of choices.

We run to utopia giving total submission to a force much greater than us. In search of that ultimate escape we run to something beyond us or out of our controls. We run to love, we run to our saviour – whatever that maybe!