Been flowing like rivers lately. Everytime a pinpoint is revealed another hole is found, and down and down in an endless tumble. Ledges are hit and cliffs are shattered, the gravity seems exponential, but so is the occasional cache of clouds that cradle the lost and scared soul. I can recognize the walls, mostly, though it seems whereas before I'd pummel until they crumble--bloody fists less than an afterthought--now I merely place one hand on the wall and one on my heart and stand there, in wonderment.

"I got, ice in my veins, blood in my eyes,
hate in my heart, love in my mind
I've seen, nights full of pain, days are the same,
You keep the sunshine, save me the rain.
I search but never find, hurt but never cry
I work and forever try, but I'm cursed, so never mind
And it's worse, but better times seem further and beyond.
The top gets higher, the more that I climb,
The spot gets smaller, and I get bigger
Tryna get in where I fit in, no room for a nigga
but soon for a nigga it be on mu'fucka
'Cause all the bullshit, it made me strong, mu'fucka...

So I pick the world up and I'ma drop it on ya fuckin' head,
Bitch, I'ma pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head.
And I could die now, re-birth mothafucka
Hop up in myspaceship and leave Earth, mothafucka I'm gone.
Mothafucka, I'm gone. I'm gone." - Weezy F. Baby, 'Drop the World'