Warmth abandons me on a precipice of indecision. Change is whipping mercilessly against my face. Good intentions leave a sticky trail of mishap and mayhem behind me.

Yet, still I stand. Unbroken. Unbowed. Resolute and determined.

My cry may be a death knell, but it will resound through the canyon and beat against the tyranny of comprimise.

If I jump from here to destruction, I will howl.

Never whimper.