Apocalypse(Can´t Come Fast Enough)

I do not run 
at the pace of accomplishment. 
I am far too careless 
to allow myself 
to be unravelled 
from the strings 
of my emotions. 
  
The weeks and months 
tick away on fast forward 
till the moment I hold you 
in the foresaken orbit I ran from 
in a state of entropy 
many years ago. 
  
You say our conjoined thoughts 
are mirrors, electric charges 
appearing and reappearing 
from one corner to another; 
Parallels in the same space. 
  
We are the bend in the fabric 
pulled closer in circles 
like two pre-destined objects 
on a collision course 
  
to the moment we touch fingers 
in elegant disorder 
with that long awaited embrace 
  
as the clock above us 
ticks to a stand still 
  
not moving slow enough.

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Some very pretty lines here, I like the way you ended this