The knife hangs over my head and I slave away worrying about when it will drop. I sneak a peak at it to see how high or low it hangs. It is lost in a haze, I can barely make out an outline. Did it just catch some light and gleam menacingly? I can't see it but I feel it there. My mind runs scenarios of where it could be. Would it hurt if it were lower? or higher? Would I know that it was coming for me? Or would it be lightning quick and clean? When and how crowd my mind. But why doesn't cross it.