I sat on the end of my bed with my legs

Shoved between the foot board and the matress

And I stared at my hands as you came in

And asked me what was wrong



"Have you ever wondered why you are your name?

Or why you are here and not somewhere else?

Or why here is where it is, and the whole time

You feel like you're spinning and falling?"



I stopped and looked at him.



He looked at me

and he sorta laughed

and he said



"No."