Nature VS Nurture

Words never meant anything. But volume did. The walls were up so you never
noticed what was on the other side. The quiet brings the chaos and it was planning
the break through. Slowly. But like an animal in its shell, there is always the
retreat, retreat, retreat. The wait continues a little longer. The moments go and
come, the anticipation is suddenly activated and the vibration arises.

Minds are so synchronized when faded. The walls become meaningless in just
certain moments. Reliving them again, I feel like I've done all this before, in
another time, in another setting. I realize, but I can't recognize it. But maybe
that's the beauty of it all, to never stop guessing and to risk it all. Not only now,
but all the time.

It's grasping me into another way of feeling. It sucks me out of my surroundings
and it feels almost telepathic, but not quite. An awakening in which I'm trying
not to get mesmerized in. But I can't even stop to think about it, because that
would ruin it. It becomes the environment, I can never escape it - only live it.

And at this point, I'm rendered and uncontrolled. The words still meant nothing.
My nature is over powering the way I've been nurtured. The two parallels collide
and the patterns become powerful. The reactions to actions are emphasized.

The chaos defined is in rhythmic symmetry.