As I sit here and type this, I feel the World closing in all around me.
The walls thick with Drama, Hate, Good, and Creativity.
As they draw closer, I feel my life and work paint a question. When do the walls stop moving? When do the walls stop taking my air and space away? When does my mind have time to render the compression?

Today is the day I feel my World is becoming disarrayed. Words float through the channels, but all that comes back is static. No mind can comprehend the static, nor translate it into communication. Four channels of audio are on the timeline and only one makes sense. The question is, “which one fits for the perfect product and is it intense?”

As I role the film, I see the colors translate over to a vision. When the picture is finally in focus, I shall see where I stand. As the air grows thin and the space is taken, will I be able to see, understand, and know how to make it.