Centrifugal

I can see where you are now. Despite your disappearing act. I can see what you've been hiding. Stepping carefully around. Avoiding all paths that lead to this. The one thing you can't ignore. Can't avoid. Can't bring yourself to admit. Only. It stops here. No more chasing. No more red lights. There can't be any more. Neither seemed to work. Nothing will reach those who insist on floating. Not that they have a choice. Not that it can be controlled. Only. Maybe it can be beaten. Maybe there's a safe way down. Maybe. Maybe everything will work out. Maybe you'll stop hiding. Stop disappearing. Stop tearing apart. Maybe.

Parentheses.

This is just a cycle. A cycle you are unaware of. You fit in quite nicely. Classed in two separate parts. This is just a cycle. Only. I wish it would end. A way out that would eliminate the repetition. Instead, I am faced with long periods of silence. A taunting quiet. Tease. It will never last. The chain is only breaking. Temporarily relieving me of its routine. This madness will never end. This is just a cycle.