Jan 29


Rules are meant to be broken; lines are meant to be crossed.
Stepping across a line is crossing the rubicon. The die is cast.
I have stepped across a few too many, the die rolling snake eyes.
I stepped across the line into dangerous waters more than I'd like to admit.
Sometimes that line leads to a meadow in full bloom, the trees are fruitful.
Sometimes I'm pushed over the line, tripping and falling.
The line always blocks something, crossing one is like one door opening and another closing.