A bit of added pressure. It condenses over time. Soon a feather added is too much.

The thing that brings people together. That very thing can drive people apart. What is on the line?

The eyes buldged. The stomach blushed. The mind reeled.

The person communicating the ideas. The person trying to understand. The chasm in between.

In the crumbling and in the breaking there is freedom. A rug pulled and vertigo ensued. Finally, eyes ripped from the tomb.