I'm always on that balcony. With that threat that I may go over, I'm caught in between stability and instability. Sanity and insanity. But I'm always closer to the latter of each. I'm on the edge, but instead of glory, oblivion.
There are days I believe I will leave that balcony, but I mostly know that I will never leave. Because on the days I believe things will change, something always brings me back to the edge of that balcony.
It's like a reoccurring memory, and one harsh move, will have me going over.
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Life isn't Rainbows and Sunshine
De TodoSo I get random thoughts and ideas in my head sometimes. This is the result.
