There is a tiny piece of something curious in me that is slowly taking hold deep within my beliefs like a rogue and wily tree grasping onto life in bony soil. It’s spreading throughout my being like a faint whisper of tall tales amongst seasoned men. Growing. Reaching. Rooting itself and intertwining it’s tentacles throughout its’ dark place where it has made it’s home inside me.
It’s called Possibility and it can be fiercely infectious. It starts as just a sliver within, only to become a gaping black hole in which we place all our most brilliant ideas.
If we dare to walk into the abyss alone.