Feedback is the visual culmination of an internal process. It is a path of reconstruction, after having disarmed the spring of pain.
There are projects and visions that walk at the slow pace of internal processes.
A toxic bond is a one-way road. What is woven inside is incongruence, pain and confusion. Large doses of adrenaline.
Sometimes a glimmer of hope.

Who can describe the point where we do our click, when we swim low, where we hit rock bottom.
There is an inner certainty that confirms, there sets the before and the after.
And in that before we try, we search, we believe, we build. In that before, we give ourselves out.
In the after we rebuild, because there is something that is definitively broken. Irretrievably.
The scar.
Rising from the ashes.

To be in this life a little more of what we have come to be in our souls, because there is no heat that can contain the fire. Nor anyone who can overshadow it.