Hush hush, spin, snap.

I don't know where i'm heading to.

And, if i'm what i'm doing is right.

I don't know if those words were the truth, because they sounded so easy and simple, it's like as though they don't mean a thing, it's like as though they were insignificant and ... trivial, for the lack of a better word.

It sounds like a sweeping statement, a plain remark that you'd throw at a bag, that ball which stays motionless and still, that fan that spins incessantly - trying to gain speed and momentum along the way.

That insignificant thing. Oh, insignificant.

It's like you're living in another entity, a place which you don't belong - but strangely familiar, and awkwardly you.

You just can't run away.