I am suspended
Over an abyss
Of the great unknown
Hanging on
To a string of thought
Made up of familiarities.
My arms grow weary.
Letting go seems risky,
But holding on is painf-
Wait…
Where am I?
I am suspended
Over an abyss
Of the great unknown
Hanging on
To a string of thought
Made up of familiarities.
My arms grow weary.
Letting go seems risky,
But holding on is painf-
Wait…
Where am I?