On cliffs, part II

It turns out the cliff is chasing me-

As long as I keep on running, I’m okay. If I don’t look behind me and just keep one foot after the other, I make it to the next finish line every time.

But when I stop, the cliff threatens to swallow me up, following me until I’m paralyzed in fear and can’t do anything but wonder if I should just fall in. Anxiety grips my lungs and makes me unable to run or care. Turns out I’m not the cliff chaser, I’m the cliff’s slave.

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