comfort zone.

 There is no life until you run hard off the cliff into the deep end and think your about to sink when all of a sudden a new wave of energy gets breathed into you and you float to the surface once more. It's that scary moment when you don't know if anything will be ok, when really everything is perfect and there is no life until you go into the pits of yourself and release all bonds you hold over yourself.
'Life begins at the end of your comfort zone' and I am still trying to take that fall and plunge on down away from my self. I have one foot over the edge, my toes have been dangling for years it seems, always I've been holding on too tight, skin white, crusty and numb.