like a spiral the end is the beginning of another cycle swirling in a whirlpool spinning in a tropical cyclone inside a iphone trying to get to the clear warm center away from the brutal eyewall where the wind is too strong to hold on for long in this circular emotion lashed out but didn't crash out no doubt burnt out whelmed out submerged in the current can't swim out to try is suicide it's a powerful tide to surf on pulled under the surface out of control out of hand carried along drug in the sand dunked in the deep back on shore again stranded in a isolated place like a castaway who survived a terrible ceaseless turbulence