I walk to the line, turning back all the time. I see all those hands reaching out for me, behind me, try to grasp me. Yelling and begging me to stay. But I keep walking to the line, turning back all the time. I feel it coming. So I keep walking, searching for the line. I keep turning back all the time and keep searching for the line. I walk faster trying to grasp the line. I reach out my hands yelling and begging to reach the line. I stop walking and reach for the line. I turn back and reach out for the hands. I stop reaching out all the time, begging to find my own way without choosing between the hands and the line…
