Silence Above All

A silent shout in the dead of night, a quiet cry demanding more. It’s the mice burrowing deep in your mind asking over and over. How long can you hold your breath? 

The endless pursuit of perfection is a staircase. Soaring to the heights of enlightenment and spiralling into the depths of madness in a world with no up or down, only moving forward or standing still.

Above the water or below, the answer is unclear. Atop the summit the difference disappears, focusing only on new frontiers.