• Here I stand, at the summit, the peak, the point of no return. I steal a glance over my shoulder, glimpsing back on all the tradgedies that have dragged me to this moment in time. I steadily rose with the action, unwillingly, away from the backstory, exposition if you will, of both friend and foe alike. Akin to dominoes producing catastrpophic damage and an irrevesable effect, the trauma, the clashing drove me up the first treturous hill. I tried numerous times to escape, to hide from the horrors, but they proved unyeilding, never tiring in their quest to overcome and consume me. This narrow needle- point is bliss in contrast to the relentless conflict raging within my core and spilling over to those around me. I now teeter precariously on the tip of an ice- burg, knowing I must fall forward. Falling forward and away from the despair of my internal issues is the only way for me to reach the safety, the sweet, harboring safety awaiting me at the end of this unbearable, insufferable ride. The simple truth is I must let go, allow myself to fall away from known and experienced reality, to trust in instinct and luck alone. The chances are slim, but altogether too tempting, promising to allow to slip back into the shadows of my shattered soul. Before I give myself away to the expectant free fall, a petrifying thought latches its claws to the recesses of my mind. Can I do it? Can I simply relinquish my grasp on what came before and tumble blindly into an abyss of the unpredictable, the unknown? All could go accordingly to plan, but the possiblity of it being for the worst looms ominously as the sotrm clouds prior to a destructive and brutally violent temptress. I supress the clinging and paralyzing thoughts out of necessity, however, for I am painfully aware of my important role in this plot, this series of particularly unfortunate events. A shuddering breath, a blink of an eye, and I topple. I make no mote of the direction I lean, which side I have finally given way to. My mind serenely floats away from my physical form, but not without one last whispered and chilling inquiry: Will I ever get my resolution?