• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 02
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the precipice

does the precipice revel in its power? Bask in the discomfort of undiscovered truths. does it delight in the stubbornly un-ringing phone?

should I wish for it to ring? or will I look back on these moments with envy in their unknowing.

will the knowing bring a return to solid dependable familiarity? everyday journeys. school lunches. budget meetings.

or will it bring new existence? treatment plans. well-meaning comforters. fear.

no, the precipice merely holds balance for as long as its service is required.

maybe I'll stay here just a little while longer.