| June 4, 2006 Title - Anticipation Sometimes, I feel like... I'm tight rope walking. High in the sky. The wind passing me by. I start out slowly. One foot in front of the other. Seeing my destination in front of me. Many steps to go. Trembling ever so slightly. Willing not to fall, But feeling the gravity pulling me down. Grasping at my feet. Each move I make. Steady... Steady... Breathing heavily. Anticipation guiding me. Closer... Closer... To the landing up ahead. Well I end in glory?... or... Face defeat? My guess... Is the same as yours. |