No? What about Down?
North? South?
Anywhere solid where I may sit awhile...
Because I feel that I have lost them all.
Forces like magnetic poles and gravity have all been wiped clear.
My directions are empty
And my map is a paralyzing white.
I am sure that, next,
I will forget how to breathe.
I have been falling far too long.
Twisting. Dropping. Struggling.
I am always hurtling toward something
And I feel that you must know
Something I do not
Like how to stop.
