Its interesting; almost grotesque the way the mind is pulled this way and that. A collection of downfalls and upfalls, as you plummet one direction out of your control. Occasionally there are moments of neutrality that exist in which you teeter to and fro, catching your bearings as they fall to your sides. Metaphors that never fail to weigh heavily on your physical heart, affecting even your breathing, if they become too great.
Like a helium filled balloon, the psyche always strives for freedom from stress. A hope. As time goes on, we are immer weighed down or pumped with more gas. It takes the perfect balance to keep us stable. Sane. Many go on unaware of their predicament, slowly sinking or floating into the more extreme of harsh realities. Disconnect.
Its worse when you find yourself on a downfall, and in your plight find yourself unable to drop the things that are pulling you downwards. Do you call out for help? No. Do you hope to figure out the answer for yo