Where Are We?

The dust has only just begun to fall.
Sinking. Feeling.
Spin me around again.
Cannot take "this can't be happening".

Playing hide and seek with myself. The secret is to never look for the eyes. Catch[ing]-23.

"If you don't expect much out of me, I'll always exceed your expectations"--2007. Can't bring myself to think of 08 and can't possibly stop oh-so-nonchalantly obsessing. How does one play games with fivehundredtwentyfivethousandsixhundredminutes?