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I’m at the crossroads now. But I wonder if this is a cliff, disguised. What lies ahead? Adherence or adventure? I look and I see a mirage. I see no horizon. And while seeing, and desperately seeking, I momentarily tilt my head backwards because it has followed my heart’s lead. My eyes need direction, My head needs to focus, but my heart has decided upon solace. It aches for familiarity. Pheromones lure me. How about an embrace from you, they contrive. For, just an embrace would solve this conundrum. It would tell me to tread. Tell me that I should walk. Away. Aside. Ahead? An embrace from you. You, who aren’t on this path with me. Who hasn’t been. Ever. I crave something as fleeting as your hug because memory tells me that place in your arms, on your chest, at your shoulders is where my journey and my destination dwell. Will I hold on or will I let go? Will you let go, yet again? This is – you are – my cliff. The creator