Cattie - Musings

The inner mechanisms of my mind are subtly whirring, and I feel as if I am teetering on the edge of a great precipice without knowing what lies below. Of course, the things that lie below a precipice are not often looked upon favorably, but I am forever an optimist. Perhaps the depths below contain a yawning chasm in which I will lose myself into the swirling vortex of death, or perhaps I will fall into a window to Eternity.