What’s there, at the edge? Darkness, fear? Submission. Surrender. Lust. Need. Desire. If you push past the edge, what do you find? Scars, wounds. Old hurts. New wants. Things outside of the box, outside of the norm, outside of your comfort zone…and mine.
What happens when you decide the edge is just the beginning? What will you find at the edge past the edge? Doubt, religion, blindness, new colors you’ve never imagined, old songs you knew once but lately forgot?
What’s out there? What’s waiting? What will capture you, what will release you! What will claim you, who will deny you?
Who will you be past the edge, past what’s ok with everyone else? What will fall away, what will you hold close? What season will you dwell in? What color is the sky? Is it on fire or does it smolder, filling your lungs with fog and smoke?
Can you see the stars, smell the heat? Do your eyes flash or are they cast down, afraid, unworthy? Does your heart sing or shrink in fear?
Does the music fuel you or overcome you? Do you hear the lyrics or the beat?
What’s there, past the edge?