clarity in the show

I feel balanced while walking on a tight rope over my beautiful city while wearing glossy red Jimmy Choo 7 inch pumps. At any moment I could fuck up permanently. Lean too much to the left and fall. Crashing down to my death. I would never lean too far to the right, so I’d auto-correct, miss a shot, and again, splat. I feel at peace while doing one of the scariest most acrobatic acts of my life. I am a professional on this rope. Teetering, wind in my hair, but never falling. So cultivated in my craft. Ivy League legend. But that’s just it, you only get one fall to stop being on top. One mistake and we go tumbling down with no Lauren shaped umbrella to save me. everything is in balance, everything in the power of the skill I studied. All on this thin rope across this city. walking across in the highest of high heels, one too long exhale one misplaced earring and it all ends. But at least I died in great shoes.