I was drawing a through line. Whatever works. Pleasant as it may seem. Together by the way side. Sauntering through the meadow. As it caresses my face, I learn to jump.
I push myself off a cliff, I land on my feet. I wait for a man in white to show up and tell me itβs ok. To lose myself I hang on to what I once was. This is not everything but itβs alot.
