Inconsolable
I'm in a spiral.
I run into things and bump into another
It's constant, but random, but consistent
When the spiral slows
i start to believe that i can see straight
But when the spiral slows
i trip.
Often the spiral picks up its pace
and I run into everything but i never seem to fall
In a spiral
I move gracefully, but in a spiral
I am inconsolable.
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