A storm sweeping my head, events chasing me, so I do not leave me an opportunity to keep looking at, from the bottom of a call and from the top insists on a call, and I am torn by the heart, as if I am required to organize existence and I am besieged in a narrow corner that threatens me death.
The quote expresses a sense of overwhelming turmoil in the speaker's mind, where chaotic events are relentless and prevent any moments of clarity. The imagery of a storm illustrates the mental distress that pervades their thoughts.
The speaker feels trapped, as though they must manage their existence amidst this chaos while being cornered and threatened by despair. This internal conflict creates a feeling of urgency and peril, reflecting a struggle with existential challenges from both inner and outer worlds.