said she thinks i'm drifting i ponder this for quite some time curled into a ball on my make-believe green throne i question the meaning of the word "drift" what is it to drift? and how does one know if they are drifting? could there be a magic pill to stop this condition? doubtful. will i float to the edge of the earth and drop off into oblivion? i guess the real question is, how much do i care? in what ways can i make her believe that my position is stable, and though not permanent, steady enough to hold my ground? i hestitate to tell her that in more ways than one, she is unstable she's got the pedal to the metal on an ice-slick deserted country road sliding all over with no direction or intention or even a hope i see her losing her head in a life-long video game it is her comfort and this paper is mine i find peace in solitude, in the quiet whirring of my fan i can't drift too far hiding under the shield that is my blanket