Have you ever just felt… Stretched thin? Spread out? The world gets demanding. And you only have two hands. You’re straining, straining to hold it together.

For how much longer? How much more can you try to juggle? Before you snap. Before you throw it all to the floor and walk away. You are struggling.

There is no way to breathe. No way to exhale. You are trapped.

Up on a point. Strained and tired.