cheshirekazz

Teetering on my tightrope below, I wobble and shake, moving my center of gravity ever so slightly to offset the weights on this balancing stick of doom. I look up often, watching you as you float and fly in your trapeze act, soaring and nearly crashing, wowing the crowd with your harrowing acts of fearlessness, A flippant display of grace, charm and physical ability. You arms lock with your comrades, and leave again just as quickly, flinging you recklessly high into the air, my tightrope the only chance of survival should you happen to fall. Staring ahead, I work my way slowly toward my destination on the other side, trying to ignore the cac