to and fro

i have always have had visitors,
both worldly and some of other relative existence.
if u look at me for a while..u will see me changing, metamorphosing,
interacting wid my visitors smiling acknowledging constantly eluding.
my visitors , they make me feel important exclusive of their eternity.
each visitor arrives bringing along a certain momentary absence of the event.
accumulated instances create a havoc.
too many to handle..to satisfy to juggle.
integrating all the events from my point of perception
i am crowded.mobbed strangulated choked..tortured.
yet they keep coming on..
on and on like waves, alien and unseen to each other..
each splash unknown of other alike existences .
as an individual, they come and sooth me..calm me..keep me moist and wet..subtle.
but too much of anything good/bad becomes allergic , irritating annoying elusive
hence the membrane of control has been compromised
there is a violent and vigorous free flow...inside and outside..
intruding and evacuating
camping and wandering
nesting and freelancing
accepting and rejecting..
finding and loosing
the viscous state is reached..eventually it becomes stagnant
again and again..
eRODING and ACCUMULATING at regular crests