Wednesday,
What color pill do you take when your heart hurts all the time? What is it about spinning? Is it the inability to focus on anything because life is flying by so fast? Is it the nausea that invariably accompanies it? Maybe the natural cycle of things, or maybe just that part of the cycle that keeps on clobbering you every time you gather enough strength to stand back up. You grow weaker every time until one day you find that you only have the strength to hope to melt into the floor beneath you and disappear into oblivion. No traces left behind of your existence and only the faintest memory lingering in the mind of a few.
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