You'd think it would stop by now, why me? The emptiness that quells for more, that endless void.
Some things cannot be fixed, and bad habits that comes from places... you'd hope for an end to it.
You'd see an end to it, but riddle yourself even more. And you forget what simple thoughts really mean.
And the floor seems wet somehow, always slippery. I take my step into one more swindling day, and hope for an balanced outcome, whether gravity pulls me down again(so be it). Or, I take one more step, carefully this time. Think about my posture, breathe and row.