Danceing The Fine Lines Inbetween This And That

those fine lines are everywhere, here, at nbtsc, in your head, at 6:45 on some monday morning, you ARE a fine line. so what makes you a fine line? whats the hardest one to fight? whats the one you loved burning? whats one you only dream to burn?

whats your fine line line?

Aaah, I dance the fine lines day in and day out. Do this, say this... is this true? Yes? No? Too close to tell. I sometimes wonder in confusion. Usually I enjoy it, though that too is a fine line that I dance. Some things are deliciously subtle; situations, circumstance, all delightful when it can go either way. I love my fine lines.

Of late, I have few to burn, but I have burned some. To be honest. Always. I just toss the line aside, flaming, wreckage and tell it how it is. I like that. Perhaps because that's the line, the one that everyone supposes you dance on? It's the razor's edge, the one cutting thing that if you dance it wrong, snaps up to cut you into pieces, guilty of betrayal. That line, I stay way away from.

Hard to fight. I don't fight. I try not to. The hardest line to fight, I guess is the one whether to fight or not, to argue or give in.

Ari