just when i think i see, when i think i know, when i start to feel comfortable, some small little rug of consciousness gets ripped out from under me, and down i go....never really knowing why, or how.....i seem to be perpetually slipping on well-oiled wood floors...sliding down hallways not of my own choosing.

why am i drawn to that which will eventually and inevitably bite me?
is my life like that of the moth, drawn to the brightest light only to find that it will be a bad burn from which i may not recover?

or is it all just emo-muscle memory, from which i cannot escape?