pass on dotted

hunan mountains
Originally uploaded by faultyplans

Big loss, no immediate gain.
This kind of cliff to look down,
and with no way to communicate this fear,
one can only meander about the straightest line possible.
One heard a quote once,
broken and shallow.

"If we are facing the right direction, we must only keep walking."

And when that line curves,
an arch throws off the heel-to-toes rhythm,
one has only the option of continuing, or,
one could sit down.

But this sitting, slothing,
it's not lounging.
It is not rest,
nor cradling arms of comfort.
It is restlessness.
It is a purgatory,
a limbo with no walls.
Or even dirty white walls with a shoe's sole outline.

And the more one eases this disrest,
the further in one will fall,
head-over-heel into a hell,
credit dependent.

Why am I credit dependent?