Up and down.

The amusement park ride that is my mind yet again has shorted out.
Countless laps through peaks and valleys.
I pray for a reprieve as i feel the nausea rear its head.

I want to stop

Consistent sadness would be sweeter than this inability to be grounded.
Ive found no better way to exhaust myself than to let myself think.

Most minds run wild and lose sleep to their paranoia.
Mine cant even keep pace.