"This is the haunting period." A couple more hours and I will have been awake for two days. Much as I am unwilling, it is only at this time when I can admit it -- I am standing on a familiar precipice. The stage is set, the characters are all in place, the curtains are ready to part. It is only a matter of time before the inevitable fall, the catastrophic hurt. I can feel the wind on my face, and the empty, hollow, yawning space before me.
All it takes is a single step. Consider this a warning.
