One.
Two.
Three.
There’s nothing
but a downwards
whirlwind
beneath me.
The
numbers
are meant to make the
whirlwind
go away.
But
numbers
are the edge
of the cliff
I’m hanging on to.
Eventually the
numbers
make my fingers
go
numb.
Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 8:26 AM UTC
One.
Two.
Three.
There’s nothing
but a downwards
whirlwind
beneath me.
The
numbers
are meant to make the
whirlwind
go away.
But
numbers
are the edge
of the cliff
I’m hanging on to.
Eventually the
numbers
make my fingers
go
numb.
