We are existing in a supressed state, a constant fear of going over the edge.
Overwhelmed by the existential and the mundane.
A never-ending condition which must be negotiated.
Release is only temporary.
We return to the calm.
It allows us to reach for air and become submerged again and again.
Beyond, within, against.
The pressure of heat.
The whisper of thought.
A meaning. An interpretation.
The feeling. Belief. Balance. Conclusion.
The world resides on a hinge.
We must feel, play, push, face, build, wear, stamp, destroy it ourselves.
Momentum never stops.
There is no answer, movement or solution.
It is agitated.
Let it rise to the surface. Show itself to the world in a state of disposition.
Let it rest, burn, destroy, simmer.