Inveigles

Wind whistling insanities through the crack in the door.
High pitched inveigles to step off the balcony 16 floors
above his parents, lounging by the pool,

and crushing them to tarnation.

It looked easy a few moments ago, and the pull of it became
so tangible
that he forced himself back inside.

Writing is not like dancing or modeling; it’s not something where — if you missed it by age 19 — you’re finished. It’s never too late. Your writing will only get better as you get older and wiser. If you write something beautiful and important, and the right person somehow discovers it, they will clear room for you on the bookshelves of the world — at any age. At least try.
— Elizabeth Gilbert