Tiptoes on the precipice
Heart nervous, wary
Lids slip over brown irises
In fervent hope for a vision
Of the path unraveling
Beneath well-trodden soles
The waltz will begin anew
Bright star, blue marble
New lines to be etched
on slivers of time and space
Life renewed, lessons learned
Amid the glittering skyscapes
☆cl huth
Tomorrow I awake with enough XP to level up. Level 49, here I come.
I too am only a couple hundred from leveling up. I think I am one level behind you.