I began my story on the edge. In between a mistake and a marvel. Time never took my hand and led me back from the rocky cliff, either. One or the other has never been my problem. Both was my magic word. Let's do music classes and art conventions, then next weekend it's back to gym practice. But doing both does not feed the soul. Lost focus and excuses to stay involved in each take away from learning every detail about one subject. Time still passes, and my toes hang over the door frame while my eyes look back. The in-between is not cute anymore. Saving and spending. Knowing and uncharted. Freelance and 9 to 5. Artist and manager. One true love and never to be claimed. To just have one desire would not make me who I am. I was born on the cusp. Between two astrological identifications, and to attempt to justify my being as just one thing would push me over the edge.