Hundreds of miles away and two feet apart. that pixelated beauty sits there, and smiles back that pixelated smile. I wonder what she thinks, those blurred lines that make her whole before me. I wonder if she's real across the net or across the world. centuries apart in time. a ghost of the net, sent to taunt me to sleep. She stirs memories of a time far down the path that it seems I'll never get to walk. A prophecy foretold but never fulfilled a path that will never be reached. A crossroads that sits unattended, bare, and forgotten. wonder what twist of fate led to so many sweeps and turns in the road behind cant help but rev the engine in anticipation of the road that lies ahead. a breakneck pace and a hand out the window snaps it back and it falls behind in the rear-view mirror. screeching tires and falling dirt, one more corner barely made and one more corner lying just ahead. a surprise from each and every, an inch closer each time, from learning to Fly.