Prey

June came and changed everything. All that delusional idea of clinging to someone like there's nothing else, finit. You see, I am of grater importance.  Everything else exists in a secondary position. Without me there is nothing else. There are no traps and there is no one. But there are sunsets and pictures and eyes I can stare for as long as I want. There are absences I praise, people I despise and moments I cannot spare. I am in it for the simplicity. Yet running miles in my head for no reason at all, I am quiet, I am alive.  When I say what I mean I mean what I say:  I am as still as a predator while searching for the right moment to slay the prey. But I am actually waiting for better measurements. Waiting for the realization. Waiting for the right  prey to come by.