Drowning.

It's spinning round and round like some kind of infinite whirlpool in the ocean we're all floating in.

Sometimes people get trapped in it, and sometimes they manage to get themselves out, and sometimes they're sucked to the bottom.

I'm standing on a little island near the mouth, fairly content with my life. Sometimes the rocks get splashed and become slippery, but I'm hanging on okay.

From where I am, I have a perfect view of all the people in the giant whirlpool. 

Some of them I know well and love, some of them I hardly know at all.

I'm standing here watching them get trapped.

I'm screaming out for them to fight the current and stay afloat, I'm trying to encourage them all, but all I can give them is words.

All I want is a hook, or a life raft, or a giant net, something tangible I can give them to hold on to so I can pull them back out to where I am.

But I'm looking around and I'm alone on my little island, it's just me and my words and my thoughts and my feelings, and there's no tool for me to pick up and use to fish anyone out.

And I'm too scared to dive in after them, because I know it wouldn't work at all, because I would just end up being trapped as well, and you could say at least we'd be together, but then both of us would be too preoccupied by our own problems to help the other, and then who would we have to try and fish us out?

So I end up standing here and watching, and calling out to them but sometimes I think they can't hear me, and all I want is something to physically reach out and scoop people up with, but I'm starting to think that that doesn't exsist.