Rebuilding the Mainstage

Sometimes I teeter on the brink of being real... of feeling... of being vulnerable... of weeping.

It is impossible to plan a life.  It is impossible to be unaffected by life.  It is impossible to have never lived.  It is impossible to never experience things you could have never imagined as a child.

We, collectively, bear burdens as one though we do it individually.  You are not right.  I am not wrong.  You could see with my eyes if only for a moment.  I could see with your eyes if only for a moment.

If only your eyes were still open.  Not closed.  Teetering me on the brink.