Lasting

Slow and repetitive movements; we are fully aware to be on a dangerous threshold , nevertheless we are hypnotized by the patience of the needle, by the wound caused by the laceration.
The light seems to welcome us outside but any attempt to go out is frustrated by our true essence, being a sewing thread itself.
We still don't know if this will last forever or only for a short time, until the moment when the collapse will take us further on, or the courage will take our hands, going beyond our imagination in order to look for contact, movement, participation.