Monday, October 27, 2014

#3

Me.
Constantly balancing in this tight rope of emotions.
This string, my lifeline.
One wrong step, one wrong move – and everything will be through.

You.
Standing there at the end of it all.
My only grasp on reality.
Ready to shake it, ready to blow as hard as you can.


The only chance at salvation, that one shot of despair.

And I swear, I can almost feel the air of death brushing my cheek.
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