Rushing

Awake, eyes wide open, scared. Am I rushing into failure again? A beautiful heart asks for space for time away, time to heal. While another selfishly reaches desperatley out for the familiarity of companionship. Am I rushing to be who I want to be? Sleep escapes my eyes, weary of mistakes that are not yet mistakes. Regret is not the word... yet. Am I rushing towards something that is rushing away? Like a game of tag I reach out to relieve the ache from chasing always a step behind. Feeling only that once my muscles can rest the chase will start again. Am I rushing?