This temporal world keeps my soul in chains, keeps me trapped inside this tiny, frail body of needs. I am always in need of something, of anything to keep me at rest, to keep me at bay. It howls inside of me, screams to the heavens to just leave me to rot. But I can see the lines in the air; I can see the tiny threads of connection blowing in the breeze, showing me the way to you.

I am in the car before I feel my feet moving, slamming the door shut behind me, revving the engine, and reversing full-force into the road. Sunlight beams through the car windows and warms my face and arms. I can feel you close. My soul is crying for its brother, for its other half. It is overwhelming. It dulls my senses, clouds my mind from logical thought until all I can see is your face. The peace is close. If I can only get to where you are, if I can just follow the threads down your path, I will find you at the other side.

The car screeches to a halt on rusty breaks. I stop moving.

The feeling of peace, of breath, of completeness, is trumped by my respect for you. I hear your voice in my head telling me that you need time alone, that you need time to be. I bow my head to the ground and let out my held breath. But the fire inside of me glows hot, threatening to burn me up if I don’t find you, to swallow me inside its passion. I know that you can feel me too. You can sense the closeness, can see the tethers in the sky bringing us together. You want to be alone.

I turn the car around and start back home.