spin me around like a top when i stand and watch me fall a thousand different ways. it's all a matter of chance. you think i don't understand that. you think i float in the middle because i'm scared to bump my head and i'm scared to scrape my knees. you think i float? if this is floating i'd rather walk. or crawl. i just wish i could feel the pins and needles. then maybe, just maybe i would be hesitant about sitting this one out.

sometimes i need my own little rosetta stone to figure out what's really going through my head. but i seem to have misplaced it this time. forgive my indecipherable (undecipherable?)ramblings.