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I'm conducting this balancing act, toeing this rope with such caution, it is hard to keep my head straight. There's no telling when I might falter. No indication of a safe-keeping below. But when I'm high there is nothing that compares. Dancing in the air with such graceful precision. There is freedom, pounding adrenaline, a raw serenity untouched by all but me. No one is here. I hear the crowd and I see all the colors but in reality, I am alone. The air is suddenly thin and the ground so far down. Are we always alone?
"Oh and I'm just waiting 'til the shine wears off."
"Oh and I'm just waiting 'til the shine wears off."