Living on the Edge

Oh, today I am not in a good mood…

I’m beyond angst.

Living in a proleptic state can be unbearable sometimes, surviving somewhere between the “now” and “not yet”.

Though, after years of dwelling here between the lines, I find my reality less daunting, even in moments such as this.

Like an acrobat who’s trained to walked on a thin wire suspended hundreds of feet in the air, I’ve grown accustom to my new habitat. I’ve acclimated to this freakish elevation.

Sure, one false step and I plummet to my death, but at least life is interesting. Where’s the fun in a boring, dull, dreary, predictable life?

So I live on the edge — the anticipation, the longing, the thrill of knowing someday, maybe someday very soon, I’ll jump off this cliff.

And if I wait until the time is just right, I might even fly.