I am standing on the edge of a cliff, looking into a dark abyss.
Waiting.
Feeling like at any moment, something will come along and knock me into the swirling mist.
Waiting.
Transfixed, I stand and watch the darkness toss and roll like a storm cloud moving across the sky.
Waiting.
Fear and apprehension prickle through my body. Hair stands on the back of my neck. Something is going to happen. I can feel it.
Waiting.
Waiting.
In the abyss I see my life. Past and present agitate in a whirlpool of joy and melancholy.
Waiting.
Muddled glimpses of a future that could be. Nothing is set in stone.
Waiting.
Choices need to be made. Decisions that will not be easy.
Waiting.
I am standing on the edge of a cliff, looking into a dark abyss.
I am waiting.
Choices need to be made. Decisions that will not be easy.
Waiting.
I am standing on the edge of a cliff, looking into a dark abyss.
I am waiting.
