Oct 2018
we're spinning.
spinning.
spinning.
in the next instant,
it's gone.
the fading laughter is still caught in my throat.
spinning.
spinning.
in the next instant,
it's gone.
the fading laughter is still caught in my throat.
i'm writing this at my desk. it's 9:56 pm. my anxiety is crushing. i have so many words running around my head it's dizzying.
