Back when I started my travels, I kept a diary on my computer. On October 15th, 2007 this was the last entry, spacing and capitalization in tact.
i feel like i am living at the edge of an avalanche.
i’m always just waiting for it to fall.
waiting for it to topple upon me.
the anticipation, however, smothers me more
until i cannot breathe,
and the few breaths i can muster
are sharp, cold and stinging in my lungs.
i can’t even write.