I want it to stop. The original hyperactive child bouncing forward unyieldingl life moves through yesterday as this day and the one which will follow much too soon for my liking. Once I wanted life to slow, to cease for moments which deserved to be cherished. Now my skin is lead, keeping me from moving with ease through a day, and rest is the mirage which propels me through the drudge of dawn through dusk.

I stopped at a stop sign this afternoon. Somewhere between the stop and the heaviness of my heart, I lost awareness of my right foot, so acceleration delayed. I was content to watch the remainder of my life from the stop sign. I looked forward through the glass and saw a journey with hidden quicksand and traps sure to snare me. It seemed good to just exist at the stop sign for as long as air alone would sustain me.....and then the rear view mirror whispered a reason to look behind, to change my mind. Waiting for a turn at the stop sign, though with expectation of a more temporary stay than my own, was a vehicle, a person. For the sake of someone traveling behind, I move forward.

Never let it be said that I dammed the flow of life....but couldn't you all just go around me?