Stepping forward and backward. Remaining in constant motion. But on average standing still. Shaken, stirred, whirling around. The calm point, I hear, is in the center. Funneled to a low point: stop and catch your breath. The journey down was a struggle, and the climb back out might be harder. Can I sit here forever and be carried along?
Numbness numbing: no hard feelings. Forgive, forget: problems left unfixed. Ignoring for the time being. Ignoring for your well-being. I gave away all that I could and you accepted: you’re deserving. I let it happen, then I feel used. I let it happen: preferring being used than being left to collect dust on a shelf.