The Cycle

So here I am, at the tip of my fall, pushed by my own pride. I have been moving around for fifteen and almost half moments and will be doing it certainly for an uncertain moments, defined with n or ∞, means undefinable.

Here, at the top of my bottom - located heart, once again I will be very far away from them, from me, I'm afraid. This cycle is unstoppable, spinning with furious turns, pretty like a ballerina, and rampant like a tornado.

Here and now, here and now, I have to cope with it.