distortion

spinning,

spinning,

spinning.

this hectic

component

is what

puts me

at ease.

when i

spin,

i can look

past the

ugly

little

creatures

clawing

at my

ankles.

if i

whirl

around

a bit

faster,

they’ll

fly off.

i can’t

see clearly,

but that

means

i am

blind to

the truth.

so i’ll keep

spinning,

spinning,

spinning.

catch me if you can.