cast.

over 300 lines to learn and each night, the dark descends and tells me I can't do this.
it is something to behold to witness myself walking right off the edge of the mountain.
right now there is still time to turn around and call it all a big mistake, I assure myself. maybe in the morning, I coo, I will pull the big eraser out and go back to the fence lines I'm accustomed to. shhhh, it will all be fine, I can sleep through the night. it's not here.
though,something strange happens each morning.
with the light of day I am resurrected with bravery and a full sense of the brevity of life and grasping opportunities as they land in my lap.
And, here, in my lap is a smoldering woman who descends a staircase with passion and forgiveness and she is a puzzle that I am called to reveal.
In turning her over and folding back her pages, I suspect my own bones will show. My own naked journey slides under the spotlight and stands without guard.
How terrified I am of rooms with no doors. How brazenly I move to draw my sword.