Stopping

Please do not steal or copy my work.

Motion was always my favorite activity.
Colliding was a necessary hazard of going where
I thought I was supposed to be.
UnEvEn terrain was my routine,
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        G one step at a time was comforting

Especially when the sun set and I was left in
The blackest nights known to hell.

Considering how motion is always made,

To say we went slowly was an understatement.
I did not s  t   r  e  t  c  h past formality and
The witty banter I am prone to.
I am locked in and safe.
My eyes coyly abuse the green link we share
Which, I can tell,
You do not mind.
However, my eyes
Will be the closest you will get,
My dear.