Have you ever had the feeling that you were on the brink?
Of what?
That’s just it.
You don’t know…
But…
You can feel it.
It stinks.
Like death.
Hot air breathing down your neck.
It’s at the tip of your tongue.
You can almost put your finger on it.
It’s more familiar than familiarity.
But the words won’t impregnate your mind.
Nor will any images.
