Ground Control

Making a chance is like attempting countdown in a way that has never done before, only because you're not waiting for the moment that will come when you're least expecting it. Is it going to happen? Is it there? You really fall into the grey. Now it's time to meet the caption that describes you when you're not in existence for any longer than necessary. It's stuck in my throat in a very different way. Here I am, sitting here thinking about how far the world is away from me. There's nothing I can do but move faster and feel the warmth of what is really there. It's okay with me though. It's my ground control.