little man. you can’t push me away that way. i’m in a happy place. you keep switching the knobs on the levers hoping the gears will finally stop turning but they’re not. i’m here. i’m not going anywhere. you can let the blackness run wild all you want. in the end, the smoke clears, and yet, here, I STILL AM. one day your spinning round and round is going to stop and guess what? i’m still here catching you.
