Vortex

It's getting stronger. I feel its pull, powerless to resist.

I want to scream, but I am afraid of what I may say. Or what horrible sounds will come out of my mouth.

Where am I headed? I don't know. Perhaps towards an uncertain future. Maybe to a different kind of present.

I can feel my fingers beginning to slip. I'm going to have to let go. Close my eyes. Take a leap.

And hope for the best.