"You can't stop my fate with death; it's a shadow around it's just that my ora is a shadow that moves with my presence to blind the date from destiny; we will see what the fog brings though... you can bet on that."
He tells me this as I lay across the miles and hours wishing to be closer easing those fears that keep him slumbering upward in a chair.
He knows the weight of what he carries could easily bury him from my warmth.
"Why do you sleep in that chair?" I ask knowingly but wanting to know the pain from his depths.
I can feel the sigh in the silence before he answers.
"Because I don't want to be too comfortable."
Few words and yet a chapter is poured into my glass to swallow.
"Do you fear this thing between me and you or is it that you fear that while you sleep something will happen to you?"
I can feel the same fear from this man as that of an abused child who has grown to expect the worst.
"All of the above…"
An answer that pierces the heart...the knowledge that he's used to all that's wrong.
I brace my self, careful in choosing a question.
"What do you fear about us?"
I need to know the answer, the wounds.
He simply replies