nothing
The gap inside me allows for constant possibilities, like balancing on a precipice I feel as though anything can be done whilst failure can envelope me. If I believe in destiny maybe everything is fine but I don’t want to believe that. What is possible is terrifying as I know all that is stopping me is me. It’s nice to think that what has already transpired had its origins in something higher guiding me but all this seems to be is my ability to listen. If I don’t listen then no map is given, if I do listen then a map is given. The map itself cannot be followed as it is too idealistic and far away from my sinful nature but I follow it as best as I can. Paths are followed and traced in the sand and for a while are admired until they are blown away with the wind of new ventures and aspirations. With each step I take a phantom of vanishes never to return.