I don’t get it…
How I can just be walking along…
And then all of a sudden I’m here again…
Sitting at the bottom…
I mean, sure…
I get all the stress that I’m under…
But it’s no different from yesterday…
Perhaps it’s just because it’s another day on top of another…
And I still can’t see the end.
So, I remember a touch and a scent…
And I search for the red thread.
It’s surely going to have a balloon on the end of it…
Maybe even a bright yellow one.