Control By: Brendan Cadman Either stalling midflight and crashing into a ravine, or in charge of my surroundings and navigating the turbulence, taking the scenic route back home, avoiding the demons onboard that remain unseen. The path laid out before my feet and my compass's arrow points due north, the further I go the more I am confident in the direction I'm headed, until that fork in the road of temptation makes itself known, tripping over the unearthed roots of the mistakes to which I've become wedded. Euphoria and bliss shower over me like summer rain, but the distant rumble of thunder and blinding streaks in the sky, bring with it the cover of ominous black clouds, until the momentary and empty feelings of joy transform into pain. The last time and never again is the oath that I make, as the black clouds give way to golden rays bursting from the sun, but the chill in the air raises the hair on my neck, as a storm swells on the distant horizon until suddenly I'm b...
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