Day 67 : On the Edge

I badly want to write. I've been trying to exhaust every emotion into words but I end up hitting backspace after three to five words. I have a lot of things in mind I would want to write about - a story, a poem, a song - but my screen remains to be white.

I just want to take note of today. . . the day I pushed myself at the end of the cliff, not caring about making another step for a deadly flight.