Mar 11, 2007 16:01
sleepless. restless. a flood of anxiousness creeping through my veins. is this what it feels like, living on the verge? straddling confusion and disaster like they're small stones in a rushing river, a slippery path one must dare to take in order to reach greatness. if this is my defining moment, don't let me run away, don't let me back down. give me courage like a roaring lion. if this is my fate, do not let me stumble, don't let the river over take me.