somedays, I feel like I’m teetering on the edge of existence.
I have one foot bound to the earth by gravity,
and the other,
drifting through nothingness like a refugee balloon,
hovering above oblivion.
And I feel like
one little gust of wind,
one little prick of a pin,
and I would surely tumble,
head over heels
into the void where my fathomable thoughts
But, it’s kind of exhilarating,
and we all know the saying about
“living on the edge”,
because it supposedly pumps you full of adrenaline,
and makes you strive to curl your big toes
and grip with all your might
anything you have left.
But, for me,
I feel if I would fall,
it would not be terrifying,
nor a tragedy,
and I would just float
like a refugee balloon