switchback

I am moving up past what used to be my comfort level into high altitude and thinner air and less of what I know and more of what I want to- maybe this is where I've been headed all along......I know what it might taste like, because I have had a sample; I am electric with wanting, and scared shitless...and hard up against it like I can hardly remember...and when the moment comes that I open my mouth and let the words and the flavour flow, I may lose my balance and fall, or lose control and make a mess of it..a beautiful mess one would hope....stumble over syllables and trip over too many thoughts- so maybe the key is not to think but to just feel it, and let it wash over me wave over wave until I go under and open my eyes and I am breathing where I never thought I could...like a lucid dream I can make it all happen, or not happen, or stop it *freeze-frame* for just a moment while I just take it all in with these eyes that used to only see what wasn't there in the back of my brain, but now can see what is right in front of me...terrifying....wonderful.

That's the switch.