Sitting on the wire. Perfectly balanced. Gravity, pressure and everything working together. The opposing forces moving in prefect unison, orbiting each other and ascending. All the molecules in their place. I am like a tightrope walker-poised and ready. The wind at my back, tousling my hair. The fear excites me, invigorates me. No safety net, just the ground far below. I am sturdy but anxious. I make my way from the platform, step by step.
"Because you haven't lived, until you've nearly died..."
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