The ground is moving without my feet tagging along.

I get dizzy at the thought of having to think about the different things filed inside my head. 

Every reason to be upset is filed away in the “FORGET” folder, and that is located beyond the point of no return in my mind. 

The things I wish I could forget keep coming to me in waves. 

My feet are moving beneath me one second, and then I’m swept into the waves of depression.