Variances in equilibrium can be fatal.
The slightest excess tipping the balance will throw the weight bearer to the sharks.
I sunk once and now speak from the pit of experience.
A place where rain ascends and pain transcends.
It was her eyes, and I drowned at first sight.
I’d occupied depths so desperate light shied from its corners, yet she managed to pull me deeper than I’d ever been.
And as I sunk deeper in her, and the pressure built to a critical point
I found myself in a soothing environment.
Yet, what once nurtured me was now killing me, and I found myself below the collapse depth, crushed in a place from which I was no longer in a position to recover from.