I've towed the line with you heavy on my back, your days filled with empty an future in black. It's my choice to keep you alive in my wake, my future is bright while yours rests in my cloud. If I happen to stop quick in my tracks, I'm pushed off my stop by your shadow so close. They say mimick is a complimentary form, at times it's a burden in one's freedom of life. Back up a bit to open my space that's mine in my life, cause there's times that shared space is welcome to two for the right reasons in the day. I live my own life with each step that I take as I walk through my day~