At the heart of the emotion are days that move too fast - never a chance to stand still, never a chance to let my mind recover. I need to regain a sense of balance - to find my feet below me, and find myself above them. Treading water, still and blank, but wasted.
Something here wants to find its way to the surface. Tell it to these hands, and they'll tell it to all, but life keeps going... drawing itself out. Dragged along, no longer aware of what this is or what this means, what is and what isn't... all these things are buried beneath a pace that exceeds mine.
Call this what you will - find a name to fit the occasion. Find your words in the midst of mine, and find yourself in what's revealed. I'll meet you there some day... fate allowing.