Tap Dancer, I am.

I am on the edge looking down and all I see is a sheer drop off the end of a cliff. I am teetering on the edge and one wrong movement could make me fall to my death. The fall wouldn't be half as bad as the impact that the landing would have, but I prefer not to find out what either of those experiences feel like.

I may just jump. I have a feeling I'll hit rock bottom anyways, maybe I should just reach it a bit sooner and spare myself the wait. Jumping actually looks comforting, after all, my balance on life is quite tilted as it is. There are those few precious hands that hold me to solid ground, and I love them for it.

Swaying on this fine line is uncomfortable. I am on the verge of breathlessness. I hate this feeling. My friends hold me still, but you can take me up. Please help me.

Written on 28 October 2005 at 8:54 pm

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