I can see the road ahead of me. I try to make adjustments so I can be ready. I breathe slower to get a fast beating heart steady.
The rocks slide sweeping the ground from beneath me; carring me over a tune in the pattering of my fingers.
The water in the poison dollutes the pain from the stingers. The pace of the tone hits a pause followed by pounding of the keys dangaling from theyre stringers.
I am unequivacly astonished by the clarity of my sight in the breath of the moments leading after. My body tenses up. After all who could be prepared for this fall. I am getting to the point. Im not trying to pad the time or trying to stall.
I have came so far. So I can again. But this is not some story..My life could seriously end. I go back and forth until I come back to the moment that lead me to where and when.
Head first, I going over the deep end. I am tip towing over the glass shards of where I began.
Flashes of memories and aspiration from yearning within. Zero to sixty taking my second, third and fourth chances over and failing again. Suspended in the air and this is what I bargain with.
The moment ends and all the noise and stimulation comes to a sudden end. I notice I am still in my car on the shoulder with hazards blinking. Did I black out again?
The road ahead me washes away collapsing to a crack several feet away. I am still here. Where do I even begin?