For twenty seconds
I parked on the tracks.
Even without a train in sight
I felt my mortality being threatened, vulnerable and exposed between
those oxidized iron rails.
My mind,
pulsating with adrenaline,
screamed at me to move
from the precipice of danger
with each ragged breath.
Yet for twenty selfish seconds
I kept myself there.
Stagnant and stupid.
Wide-eyed and white-knuckled.
AO Poetry 
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Thank you!!
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sometimes we need to see into the abyss to realize that we must go on….besos al vacío desde el vacío
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Love this. 🖤 Some of my favourite photographic moments are in the middle of the highway.
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This is dark and powerful. I understand where this comes from. It’s hard but you’re not alone.
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Thank you!!
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