Threshold

Standing at the threshold, resting at the precipice and holding onto it with a gamut of emotions. Almost at the brink of death, a slight push and annihilation is the key, a bit of a nudge and the existence shelved, and then at other times... Basking in the glory and living it out perhaps seems the only apt emotion, the only threshold. This is reality and that's an illusion, but how would you make that distinction? Perhaps you wouldn't....