I find myself at a precipice and wonder if I should go ahead and jump or find an alternate way to climb down. People did this before and survived, I think as I leaned to look. There are great sensations like the electricity of arising panic when the ocean retreats for a tsunami, with its inhale half Awe and half “Awe shit.”

“Safety Fiiirrrst!,” My intoxicated neighbor would say as he was climbing the tree to trim them. Yes, safety, would be the foremost concern of the anxious mind. The push for the new is always there. The anxious mind sees it as a threat. When you serenade darkness, then it finally talks back, only you are to blame. There is no calm understanding of it at that point. The will to flee kicks in and the dread comes in relentless waves that ooze like taffy, onto each layer, then, sinking into themselves to create a new picture of a plastic endeavor. Fear will eat you this way. Some forms of anxiety are valid. 

So, I put it out there, and waited. Thought of all the things I could do with my time if I wasn’t sitting around thinking. Endless Starts and Invisible Finishes are my specialty, yet again. I was once accused of letting life go by me. Then, I snapped my claws upon the cape of the rabbit hole before me. Once determined, I will not let go.