Tightrope

Separation is an illusion.

Colour is everything and yet means nothing.

Everything is double-sided, and there is no one-size-fits-all.

You can do with that what you will, or you can throw it to the side if you prefer to do nothing.

But there will be a lifetime where one day you will need to pick it up if you want to graduate to beyond.

The same merry-go-round gets tiring. At some point, the soul is so dizzy that it can't tell whether it’s awake or asleep.

Is there another way?

At some point, at some number, we need to pause and ask: is this it? Is this the way?

The gauge—the higher the fear and stress, the less likely it is the way.

Left or right? Flip a coin and walk in the direction you applied. Heads left. Tails right.

It's all a zig-zag, back and forth. It’s the illusion of a straight line that brings pain within our hearts and minds.

Nothing about you is fucking straight. In this jigsaw of a world, you attempt to walk a tightrope.

There is a guaranteed fall and nothing below to catch you.

Embrace the upside down, and only then can you know what is right side up.