Staring down the barrel of your own creation wondering why it scares you. Don't touch it, it might break! Worry for no reason. But it can be developed and grow. Stagnant right now. Waiting for nothing. Dead. Dormant. Lazy. Getting fat and ugly.

In the background I fuss around drawing out beautiful dreams about it. Hidden from view. Distracted. Who cares?

Let it loose.

Behind a red rope. Pointless function. Old information. Gilded protected. No point. Kill it. Use it or lose it.

Let it grow while you move. Don't be afraid to touch.