Lines

In a fit of Sunday laziness, I'm cheating myself slightly by opting to post a piece that I wrote months ago by never posted.  Originally written in August, while sitting in a PoCo driveway after a night of drinking, this is Lines.

We draw them, we cross them, and we blur them.  I know longer know how to tell what is within bounds.  People draw their own boundaries that don't necessarily coincide with mine so navigating the lines can be tricky at best.  We are defined by the bridges we burn and the lines we cross.  But how do you know when you've gone too far when everything is always changing?

I suppose the only thing you can really do is admit where the lines are drawn and be honest about what your intentions are.