Spinning...No Air

I am spinning in remembrance of stuff I may have never enjoyed. I may have never really felt.

I am with no Air, but then...
Air comes back and I am here for you...
For you all

Air did come back

Now that I...

rationalize, everything is clearer. For in the rational space, I live.

I sort of live, because I am intellectual, smarter, braver, sharper. But am I?

Or not?

This is the pain. The pain of not knowing who you are. Not knowing what you feel. Not knowing...why? The thing is, upon the deliverance of clarity, you still say "Crap". You still don't make much sense. You still don't get it, right?!!!