Originally posted by Exabytetruly have words never been spoken so eloquently
Thank you bagIt reminds me personally more of the feeling you get when reading the story of Túrin or texts about the Shadow smothering Númenor... this permanent distinct imminence, just waiting to strike... scaring you away from every possible further step to go... so fragile, or seeming to be, and still massive and omnipresent... hopeless, somehow, in spite of all the lucent air you thought you'd be able to breathe in, but found out you can't
but upon examination, i find it represents what life is about. the room itself your whole existence, the hook and chain life's experiences whether good or bad
so from one end you must traverse to the other, but it is never a straight line nor is it without it's obstacles for when you look the other way or distracted, you find yourself caught and you struggle with it or allow it to bond you to that even