Cling
- Aug 4
- 1 min read
Updated: Aug 6

in every attempt, i clung with them.
when the wind whistled, i sung with it.
"don't panic.. hold on with tight fist"...
some couldn't handle their fingers slipping.
some couldn't handle their bones cracking.
if grip slipped, the rest of us, especially me..
we knew what happened.
most tragic,
you fell safely into freeway traffic.

