if its near the edge or its forbidden, some yearn to get there. those, since our inception have bent the rules and gone straight to where it feels we were told not to. the forbidden fruit and all the desires wrapped up in it shine and call us like nothing else. its all we can think about. in the corners, in dark bars and behind closed doors our minds and actions race to break any rules set up. we push onto unknown frontiers in search for something we cannot have, we spoil the fruit and drinks its juices, always ready to throw it all in for something we have yet to hold. the thrill makes our bodies produce more feelings that keep us coming back. the fear of going too far, we place our hand as close to the fire we can until we must pull away.

those that stay far away from this boundary look on as others push closer. themselves waiting to be coerced or convinced to come into the fold and onto the precipice. an edge to a game we wish to expand, an imaginary force we are constantly at odds with. told here and there of what we can do, what we can eat, think, go and do. inundated with walls to walk within and frameworks to be a part of. ever more prevalent boxes are put around us to make sure that we stay inside this one area and think this one way.

in imaginary moments we lash out. feelings of flying away and leaving it all, swimming out into the depths or wandering into the valleys. we push those thoughts down far and pretend that it is all dandy. that the objects we have and life we have is what we have always wanted. we convince ourselves that those boundaries are right and safe. the game completed by its origins. the sustainable world caries on. we get another day to think about the edge and play within our confines. not a bad trade i guess.