I am walking a tight rope suspended over a pit filled with vipers and upturned daggers. One slight misstep will lead to my certain demise. But oh how sweet the relief after the plunge would be. Let the nagging tugging relentless winds of doom and dismay pull me down from on high. The sweet release of surrender calls to me like sirens in the night. Do I heed their voices and go to the beyond. Or do I master my foot work on this most slender of rope towards the horizon and on.
Posted on: Wed, 25 Sep 2013 02:54:57 +0000
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