Now I am standing perfectly still. I am breathing slowly and steadily. On my head balances a beam and from one end hangs the thin glass of Chris's heart. On the other hangs my need for Levi in the form of a pair of marble dice. Around my arms and legs, are silk ribbons that make it hard to get a foot hold that are called... my weak, caring to much heart. Strected out before me is the path called Life. Not to far off, I can see where the road turns from burnt grass, lined with ashes and ready to ignite anytime once again turns into the most lush soft, new carpet like grass called happyness.
So. Now I have to inch, very carefully to that greeness. I wonder how I am suppose to do this... guess we'll find out in the next episode of stupid metaphors!!! Yey!!!
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