The cars roar past as each part of my mind erupts to wage a familiar war.

There is a certain air of romance in walking alone down the side of a busy street at night with my mind spilling out of my ears.

By romance I mean the beautiful and ringing dissonance.

                             ( the intriguing option of death if I step to the left or the warm promise of safety if I keep to the right)

I let myself get wrapped up in my own world and forget how easy it is for everything to change with one swift movement.

As I shuffle down that street with the fake light of streetlamps warming my back I continue to walk forward, in order to avoid the making of any decisions.

But that in itself is a decision, and my feet begin to stray.

I keep to the right, like I always do.

But I’m now forever wondering what could possibly happen if I stepped to the left.