March 2010
2 posts
I, the funambulist.
With all my heart, I’ve been trying to bring about strength to my feet enough to be able to walk tightropes again. I think it may have been all of the tiptoeing around eggshells I’ve been doing for the past who-remembers-how-many years that have left them immeasurably weak. Eccentric, I admit.. but if you were to be granted the uncommon chance of feeling what I feel when I...
It'd seem I have some reason to believe that...
I cast my line only once and left it buoyant for a while; for a few years, I must confess. I occupied myself for days at a time, all alone upon a waterfront, but caught nothing of estimable remark. Some fish, yes, but this area was barren of that which I sought. I befell a pool unlike any others late one day. I had never been fishing before, but I was confident that I could catch was I was...