Spinning…
Trimming these threads hanging from my heart

Trying…
Dying just to know why I am here

Tracing…
Erasing everything that has happened up till now

How can you know exactly where you are… and at the same time have no clue?
How can you been so elated and then suddenly find yourself lying on the floor?
But your not…
But you are
Because even if you’re not, if it feels like you are, you might as well be there, hopelessly