Life. Even in the most inhabitable corners of the universe, life still manages to exist. Where there is life, though, there is death. When everyone can live, just for once, you forget that everyone can die, as well. The scythe of the reaper swipes closer to each neck as time passes on.
I always duck, though. I duck, then I turn the other way and run past the stars and planets and light consuming voids and I don't ever stop running. Except when it comes to Earth. On Earth, I stop for a moment. Make friends, protect the world from the swing of Death's blade, and all the while, I keep my laces tied, if I must run once again. Yet, as I let my once limber legs grow dust and my coat-tail rests on the back of my calves instead of flying in the cosmic winds, I fear that I have let my laces grow loose. I don't particularly mind, though. If time has finally decided to stop ticking for an old Time Lord, like myself, then I want to spend the last second on a planet I love. On a planet that I have shaped, beginning to end. Yes, the pendulum is swinging slower and slower and the blade moves closer and closer and maybe, just maybe, if I finally let my laces go and stepped forward, instead of back, I will find that my time has run out, but it has run out well. It has run with companions and love and discovery and I suppose, when it comes to the last time I say it, I made every second worth a thousand lives.
Today, though. Today, I will duck. Not because I am coward, but because I have tightened my laces once again and I am ready to run. Run to new worlds and dying worlds. Run to the birth of life and to the final spark of it. I am ready to run.
I wrote this on a complete random thing. Analysis of our lovely Tenth Doctor maybe?
-HS