What sucked me in?
What pulled me tight?
What trapped my mind, believing that this was right?
An escape, my way out…how delicious it tasted,
How susceptible was my spirit to the conundrum awaiting…
When at the tipping point our reactions become irrational, our perspective warped and twisted, the filter be coated with rose-colored tint.
This world, where interplanetary connections network indiscriminately, preys on the frailty of systems. With modern tools at hand, they stealthily encroach, the system we entrust only loosely securing the surface.
What we will discover is yet to be revealed, by not pursuing this notion, have we failed to really live?