Sunday, August 9, 2009

Life on The Edge

My entire life is my perching precariously from the top of a building. A stone gargoyle high above the streets hidden in the nooks and crannies on our foundations. I sway as the wind blows, and hunker down in the bad times against the cold and the wind and the times. But above all I keep my balance. Losing myself would mean death, I do not let anything shake me to my core, I do not become unnerved, I live on the edge. Everyone lives on the edge.

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