Spinning
Spinning round and around.
Never knowing when it will all stand still. Never knowing when everything will at once make sense.
So I wait.
I lay awkake at night, not from the nightmares
but because I had nothing to dream about anymore
So I continue to watch as my world continues to spin.
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