What is this line? Where does it take me?
Into the fog-laden hills ahead.
The road descends into a blur.
Is there a valley, a hill or a cliff approaching?
Or just plains of nothingness?
Mediocrity haunts me more than cliffs and valleys.
I cannot see without taking another step.
But what is that step leading to?
A burning heart.
One part anxious expectation meets one part crippling fear.
Take one more step.
C’mon feet.
One more step.