“So, what do you want?” That question again. Before, it held me at the brink, an edge over which I thought it might kill me to fall. It is terrifying now, but tonight I recognize fear and excitement as two names for the same sensation. Something in me is provoked. “I want … I want to feel free. I am like a hand that has been grasped so tightly around something that it has gone numb.” I close my eyes, letting the tears that need to come spill over and pass away.
