lacking a start.
where do i go from here?
two-sided. double-edged.
the empty spaces between my fingers scream silently at me.
kissing the wind,
taking in the scent of it all.
or does it have ME?
the scents and sensations overwhelming me
like bindings made of silk,
deceptive.
ah, but with the purest intentions.
so innocent...
does innocence have its grainier, darker side?
white silvery soldiers,
immaculate in their violence.
at the edge of a cliff,
lips sewn graphically shut.
tide moves in,
almost drowning me.
surrendered over.
but the glaring threat looms overhead like your worst, deepest, most primal fear.
unsure of my next steps...
beautiful..awe-striking...sacred..
and yet deadly...
when did i get cynical?
the dusty path which i've followed for so long, it's second nature, sprawls out before me...
like on the peak of the highest country mountain...
i shouldn't do it again.
i had good reason to quit.
do i really need to get in over my head?
or can i keep my head above air?
back.
