Spiral out

Lightning finds the least resistant path among the highway of my veins. Such a perilous adventure, do no let the ease fool you into a false sense of security. For even if the way is clear, it is fraught with distractions and charged electricity which strikes down without notice; blue arcs of energy cracking across the sky. But these charges crack like blue-tongued whips and drive me towards the culling. The end game where sighs are breathed and eyes are closed in relief. The hike may be ending soon, but it has only been a practice run. The true tests come in the future when we tackle the course again, this time for speed, another time for accuracy, until we know the twists and turns by heart, and each step in the dance flows freely from our subconscious mind.