Desperately clinging to a thickened string tied to a piece of scrap metal.
Contemplating my destination, I proceed higher and higher.
Promising myself, “I will not look down nor will I let go.”
But in the mist of my path, my journey begins to crumble before my eyes.
I break free form my location, plunging to my death.
Imagining myself attacking the bottom level and lying there...
Until, I feel the warmth of your hands clenched to my body.
Are you a God? Are you human? No... You’re neither.
You’re my private guardian.
For better or worse, you have captured my soul in thin air.
And I beg of you; don’t let me fall...
