I'm dancing along the boundaries, dangerously teetering and just waiting to fall.
I wonder what lies beyond the edge. What could possibly exist beyond it, below it? What will I find if and when I become too reckless and can't stop myself from tumbling into its dark mouth? Will I find peace and happiness, or will I meet my demise?
It's a shame that I'm no dancer, for I'm sure I can pass off as someone who has been studying the art for years. But I'm only making pretty lines with my body; I'm mesmerizing and enchanting all who care to watch, distracting them from the fact that I'm about to leap into the unknown.
The edge, it calls to me. It's seductive, drawing me to it and I inch closer and closer. I like balancing on one leg right on the lips of the boundaries, fighting for stability and threatening to slip as others look on. I love this feeling. I like knowing that I'm playing with chance. I enjoy living dangerously.
I just hope if I stumble into the endless chasm beyond the edge, someone will be at the bottom to catch me.
I wonder what lies beyond the edge. What could possibly exist beyond it, below it? What will I find if and when I become too reckless and can't stop myself from tumbling into its dark mouth? Will I find peace and happiness, or will I meet my demise?
It's a shame that I'm no dancer, for I'm sure I can pass off as someone who has been studying the art for years. But I'm only making pretty lines with my body; I'm mesmerizing and enchanting all who care to watch, distracting them from the fact that I'm about to leap into the unknown.
The edge, it calls to me. It's seductive, drawing me to it and I inch closer and closer. I like balancing on one leg right on the lips of the boundaries, fighting for stability and threatening to slip as others look on. I love this feeling. I like knowing that I'm playing with chance. I enjoy living dangerously.
I just hope if I stumble into the endless chasm beyond the edge, someone will be at the bottom to catch me.
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