my will is not the earth's magnectic core
it cannot keep things where i want them to be
my world has suffer an implosion,
but unlike a black hole,
it does not attract what i desire.
like my falling hair
things are falling away from me.
indeed like a tired planet,
i have lost my gravity.
And as i whirl daily in space,
things are flying away from me.
day by day,
little by little, they left.