seesaw.

you're up. you're on the top of the world, nothing is above you except the beautiful blue sky. when you're this high, the sun can shine down on you endlessly, you can feel light and the warmth. up here, everything else it tiny and insignificant. none of it matters because you're so much more important than all of it, these small things can't bring you down no matter how hard you try. the breeze is in your hair, caressing your face and around your body, a comforting invisible harness. everything is bright and technicolour, you've never been able to see so clearly. your life is below you, letting you see all the endless possibilities, plans and changes you can make. your mind rushes and dashes, one idea to the next, concocting your next brilliant scheme to save the world.

the seesaw tilts.

you're down. crashing down to earth with a thud, you're now at the bottom. on the floor, everything and everyone is above you, looking down on you. you're small now, the whole wide distorted world towering above you, witnessing everything you say and do. it's intimidating, the world is too big. you see now that everything you are and everything you want to do doesn't matter, it's insignificant. it's all way too much to handle, something out of your reach and your capabilities. you're at the bottom, and there's nothing you can do about it.