A couple of small words can turn a whole day around.
It must be so difficult, teetering on the edge. Never quite being able to do one thing or the other. A dandelion floating around
You are something
at the mercy of the breeze. Constantly seconds away from being swept away again. Just to end up anywhere, further from where you began.
What can anyone do with you
if, after two days alone,
they come back to find you dead?