"Right on the Edge"
Like a knot inside the mind, twisted, thick, complex, entwined.
Fingers run and flutter across a situation made up inside.
Sitting on one side imagining how you should be but heart wrenches to let it all go.
A particular weather condition, a smell, a delusionally locked inside feeling can make it all come flooding back.
And closer you are pushed.
Say the fiercely clenched cord that grips you from falling over the edge is cut? Mind figuratively allowing it to break?
What keeps you from them? What makes you different?
A simple bungee cord of the mind...