And so they hesitated. It was there, they knew, but it was too indistinct and far away to be seen. Yet it possessed a dauntingly powerful presence - a presence trying to strangle the delicate insides of every baa-ing corporate compliant out there. It was odd, having proof so close. Every day, there had been inklings, slight promises, sudden colours, dazzling flashbacks. And they wanted it, bad, they wanted to capture all the gasp-inducing, body-jerking colours of the mind, but the mind is coy. And they knew that they'd been lucky beyond belief to have been exposed to the samples, the concepts, even, that all they needed to do is fall into the blackness of genuine happiness. (We know the answers to most of our problems, and we will discuss this over tea, all the while screaming HEAL ME, HEAL ME, i HURT)

But now.. Now that it was there, within reach, neither wanted to be the first to open their eyes.
A conscious action, after all. Something that didn't just happen, it needed to be done.
Discomfort is comfortable, provided you have it around long enough.
And longing, oh, that's wonderful - it entitles so much delusional certainty. Why not continue forever?

HEAL ME, HEAL ME, i HURT

Tranquility at it's finest, don't you think?
And being a thing so fickle, it has ridiculous requirements prior to existing.
Effort, for one.
And effort.
Yeah.

(Also this friggin' thing called trust, I mean, seriously, people, if you're gonna make us go through all this shit, you could at least make these things hold up our personal walls properly, instead of having them crumble at every unexpected moment. It's a foundation, not a bloody detail we can shuffle around to our liking.)

Shiny, colourful, absolute answers lay on the ground, ready to be picked up and diluted enough for the human mind to understand. They burned.