Friday, February 22, 2008 . 2:22 PM

Talk is cheap.

Where did I get that sentiment? I don't know. I can't even remember who told me that little gem, but it's the one thing that hold true for as long as I can remember.

Promises are broken so easily and yet we continue to believe.

Words that are spoken casually by one might mean the world to another.

A person worth nothing to another might be the reason of my existence. So here I am, searching for that reason. Is it foolish to bank your reason for being on another person? Don't we all need a reason to cling on to life?

For some, its glory, status, wealth.

For others, its love, the idea of love.

For me, why do I continue to exist?

Because I can? Because I want? Because I do?

I'm not sure. I can't turn back and I'm afraid to veer off the well-trodden path, afraid of where it would lead me.

Was there a cliff awaiting me? A dead-end? Or perhaps A Secret Garden?

I look down at my feet, saturated with dust, but free from cuts and bruises and realised that I fear.

I fear the branches that would swipe at me, the claws and fangs in the wings awaiting fresh meat. Above all, I fear the jeering laughter that surely accompanies my downfall.

It is not in failure that I fear, that I despair. Expectations grip.

Uncertainty grows.

I falter.

And
Stop.