bypass

You thought you were at the end of the tunnel, didn’t you? Well, you were not. No need for me to say it, and yet things are better in the open, pronounced, dressed and petrified in the cells we call words. You’ve found another way. I first thought it was a shortcut, but now that I think about it, it wasn’t. It was anything but short. A long, harrowing and twisted black tar road that intercepted your own walk. That slow and forgiving walk of yours. That empty gait, that sad limp behind which you’ve hidden so much, because of which you’ve lost so much.
I say run, my friend, I say run and run fast.