Forwards and backwards. Upwards and downwards.
Up-down, up-down.. Inside-out, Outside-in.. The dull thud of my head banging against the wooden door. A spiraling of thoughts. Diving deep inside, emerging with an empty glass. Trapped in my memories. Sitting on a throne of glass. Give me one good reason to not quit, yet. Or is it just playing with my mind, a nasty little trick?