^{There is,  by my leaning over the precipice} 

 ^{Of your presence and your absense in hopeless fusion}

 ^{My finding the secret,  Of loving you}

There is space between safety and danger

an edge, where I stand

where we linger

You and I 

weighing the risk of a leap

or the quiet surrender of retreat 

Hindsight may tell us otherwise

but that is a story for another time

Today I am ready for adrenaline 

Let us embrace the contradiction 

how I am always closest to you

when I am far away  

She calls me Girl. I call her Mother. I’m talking to you girl. Girl are you listening. What goes on in that head of yours girl. I do not even smile when she says these things. She does not want to know what goes on my head. And I cannot tell her, you are my mother only on paper. Only in name. As Father is only my father on paper.

I am not their child. I am no one’s child. Jim is the only real family I have. We grew up together, and he knows all my thoughts

Or, suna setchin, 砂雪隠 (snow-hide).

A feature of some Japanese tea gardens, located near the inner waiting bower, symbolic of a host's regard for his guests…no, that’s not quite the right idea…

In  order to explain  this rightly, you have to remember that every detail of a tea garden serves some purpose. There is a distinction between the inner and outer gardens (and perhaps one or more additional zones), in that worldly cares are, perhaps, still present,  in this