Caught in a quagmire of turmoil, all I can think about is you. I cannot reign in the swirling that conflicts me. One moment I am empty of all feeling and in another moment I am filled with all of my emotions at once. I would hurl outward the inner most secrets that bind me inside, but when I try to forget and separate myself from that which confounds me, your memory comes rushing back. So I question my own sanity and languish with an unresolved argument. Not sure which is the real problem, I am left to be conflicted with the emotion of you.