i read somewhere that ' what we find in a soulmate isn't something wild to tame, but something wild to run with. '
and oh, how we were running.
we were flying through life, so fast our feet barely touched ground before the next great leap,
so spritely we were dancing and bounding past fears and past monsters,
but sometimes i like to stop and admire the scenery around me,
sometimes i like to walk instead of run,
and sometimes, the scenery frightens me,
and sometimes,
i become timid and tame.
but you,
the scenery frightens you so, you won't stop at all.
you are a wild thing, wild and beautiful and i love you so for it,
but that wild thing doesn't like to slow down,
there are dark things hiding in those bushes for you and you like to run past them,
reality waits for those who stop running.
so why stop running?
wait here you said,
wait and be strong as i keep running wild,
when i come back i'll be grounded you said.
when i come back we will run again.
but there are dark things in those bushes for me, too.
there are dark creatures of doubt, there are creatures of sadness.
so much sadness.
i'm sitting waiting, wiggling my toes and running my hands through the dirt to feel the pulse of the earth,
reminding myself that sitting is beautiful,
reminding myself that waiting is beautiful, for is that naught what the trees and the grass do...
they wait for the sun, they wait to sleep under the moon and they wait for the rains.
but my rain has left me, and i'm drying up.
those creatures are creeping out of the darkness and into the light and they're whispering in my ear,
the sound of you whispering sweet nothings has been replaced with mounting fears...
you can't run wild forever, they say.
you are a creature meant for a slower pace.
you aren't meant to hold back that wild thing,
watch it run.
feel the rain on your face, but not on your soul,
i won't tame you, wild thing.
i can't run with you, either.
i don't know if i can do this,
i'm not strong like you asked,
and you won't lend me your strength.
and maybe thats those creatures talking,
or maybe it's the reality that found me when i stopped running when you ran off...
but i'm full of doubt,
and you're full of fire.