A Line and a Leap

This is hysteria, full of mistakes and potential and recklessness and meticulous avoidance. There is a weight hiding in eye sockets, pressing onto my brain. Concussive repercussions follow at every step, every intentional crack under my soles travels up my spine and taps into yours. The sidewalk stretches for miles, a concrete horizon fading into future and my steps press backward from progress. My steps press backward from sanity, from storms, from stop lights and crosswalks and asphalt trails to somewhere. At the edge, looking over six lanes of danger, a line and a leap into nothing.