Spring Cleaning (GA)
This melancholy balance of events is making me nauseous. Wavering back and forth between two polar opposites, trying to keep my balance and stumbling over foreign objects, or simply myself.
I keep meticulously cleaning. Everything has its place, where it belongs and should be when not in use. Maybe I'm projecting again, due to the lack of ability to do it myself.
I keep giving advice, helpful advice so I'm told. Apparently my muse isn't into selfishness.