Eyes opening in the dark still find their way towards the door.
Reflexes sharper, than softer with practice; I've never belonged to anyone.
Mornings rife with yawns and nostalgia in a sunrise.
Do not fear, I won't let you get too close.
I am the elixir to co-dependence.
It'll come as a surprise; my words.
They may be perceived as a door closing; they're not.
Only warnings. I like to run.
Writing in the attempt to find answers,
I pose my questions more specifically.
Speaking, I cannot control the order.