Trapped in my own thoughts.
Spiraling out of control.
Each thought like a grain of sand in an hour-glass; sucking you down the vortex until you fall to the other side.
Sitting atop the sand on the other side, everything is ok.
One thought flips the hour-glass.
Falling, clawing at invisible walls never finding your grip.
Suffocating with each grain as it falls over you; surrounding you.
Closing in, the sand traps you once again. Smothered in your own thoughts.
Falling through the vortex grain by grain.
Then it all starts over again.