Walk the Wire.

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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