It's the deep breath
While you stand on the edge
Hoping your eyes will reassure your brain
But you see nothing, nothing
Your breath becomes heavy, noticeable
Your ears are filled
With the rush of your own thoughts
But something forces you to the edge
Something makes you move forward
And for an instance
When you are surrounded by air
You realize the fall could last forever
Stanley T Wiser
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- Stanley T. Wiser, Theodore Dark
- We are outcasts that you probably walk by without a second glance. We think, write, and create. We look at the world as intellects, and hope that after reading what we have to say, you may too.
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