longing to return

Standing on the other side of this thought, taking it in, twisting and testing... until I'm sure that it has the strength to stand on its own.

Something needs to be taken back.. something left to fend for itself, while hands were stolen from their course. Distracted by other devices, and given to all but themselves. This needs nurturing; this needs to be torn out from the page. Nothing stands when all is left to wait.