This is the life I want to live when you set me free, if only you drive me to act in ways I have yet to accept. Many years from now I will write a subsequent story, every word your words as if you had the spleen to say them when I am beside you. Only much later you are all but forgotten as one of many desire-bodies in this mysterious flux I call my life. My attraction is propulsive, emanating from the faith each moment creates. Dancing alone, submitting to what chance will bestow.