A Pillar on High

I’m feeling like someone who is sitting atop a 50 foot pillar. The pillar sways in the wind, threatening to fling me into the empty oblivion. I cling to it desperately.

But what good is it to be perched here so high? I can see you, but when I shout to start a conversation, you don’t hear. You go about your important business, and I can only watch with envious eyes.

Perhaps I can summon the courage to loosen my grip, and see what happens.


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