I'm trying to think of a concrete image to describe how I feel but all I can see is a massive
block of concrete plummeting from the sky and straight for my head and I look at the
sky and I see nothing and I look at the trees and I see nothing and I look at you and
I see nothing and I look into the mirror and I see that the eye of the hurricane
I'm caught in is me and I look at my feet and I see nothing and I look at
my hands and I see nothing and I look into my heart and see that
the center of the whirlpool I'm drowning in is me and
something's pushing me through the center of an
hourglass and I don't know if when I get to
the other side I'll be the way I was
before or smaller than now or if
the center will go on forever
and eventually I'll look
into the mirror
and I'll see
nothing
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