On the edge Freestyle

Treading footsteps on the cement, brittle pieces skipping across the shoal with a hit from the soul.

Ice cold, purple finger nail inducing temperatures, elevated beyond expectation, till your body can't control it.

Gasping to inhale, shocked that 'from up here, a 100m is a incredible sight, arms outstretched, trying to hold on.

To something, anything is on the tips of the twitchy fingers acting even more twisted.

Your mind is bombarded, questions and questions to...

'Why...?

why did this happen? '

Reasons you assume are of your consequences, but its only then your concious mind speaks

Slithering syllables seemingly speaking serpent speech

The whispers, hearing unknown noises in silence, your brain playing mind games leaving u lame...

Astonished swerving with the wind, back and forth.

Back and forth the thoughts gradually deteriorate the will to hold on.

Shaking by the knees, dripping perspiration, in hesitation making the wrong decisions, burdened by the result.

- agitated by the situation, frustrated from the

fixation of being corned by troublesome.

realisation.

in rotation round and round in undisclosed fashion.

circling an unseen Utopia -

Ever so the temptation of slipping, losing feeling and stopping the need, to bleed for reasons unseen in the present, said to be of the futures gifts in discretion.

Viewing the site of sky scrappers in the vicinity

believing in

a higher being

to a step forward to better living

A reflex reaction made in seconds.

With no regrets.

The future...

Being a step backwards..