I worked it out, then I ate the pages I wrote it on and I seem to have forgotten it all.
It seems I always held my self by the hand. I saw it as a child. The child I forgot. I thought it spun around me, but like Galileo Galilei, I found my self spinning around the central sun.
But then the walls melted and I could no longer hide inside my garden. I was carried out into the deep wood filled with 👀s by 🧚♀️s I was driven to the top of a cold mountain 🏔 where I met an old man who just muttered about 🦋s and 💐s and then I met a 👧 and we found some 🐕s and 🐠s and live happy on the edge of being filled with 🌺s.