Everything thing is spinning, round and round and blurring into nothingness -
(except it's not, feet planted firmly on the ground and
the world is not supposed to be this way)
Blackness. Punctured by white and broken into pixels -
(a European painting in dots and dashes and absence of color and
there were shapes, before, of people, distinct lines drawn)
Swaying. Back and forth, little enough to avoid notice -
(hand reaching out, palm against wall, cold and
if I faint to the floor perhaps this will break my fall)
Sound is petering out, growing softer and softer into the distance -
(everything is a dull thrum, world dissolving and dissipating around me and
suppose I will have to work out the instructions on my own)
Shaking. Shivering, really, and it is not even chilly -
(boiling hot, sweat and heat suddenly overwhelming and
will they notice me then, when the cup shatters into a million pieces from trembling hands)
Breathing is hard.
(heart is thumping, surely it will give out soon, nothing is supposed to be this fast and
breathe in. breathe out. breathe in. breathe out. breathe in. breathe out.)
The world is normal, again -
(there is color. noise. people. air, in large quantities. no swaying and shaking and spinning and
one day it will fail to come back.)
Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 9:26 AM UTC
Everything thing is spinning, round and round and blurring into nothingness -
(except it's not, feet planted firmly on the ground and
the world is not supposed to be this way)
Blackness. Punctured by white and broken into pixels -
(a European painting in dots and dashes and absence of color and
there were shapes, before, of people, distinct lines drawn)
Swaying. Back and forth, little enough to avoid notice -
(hand reaching out, palm against wall, cold and
if I faint to the floor perhaps this will break my fall)
Sound is petering out, growing softer and softer into the distance -
(everything is a dull thrum, world dissolving and dissipating around me and
suppose I will have to work out the instructions on my own)
Shaking. Shivering, really, and it is not even chilly -
(boiling hot, sweat and heat suddenly overwhelming and
will they notice me then, when the cup shatters into a million pieces from trembling hands)
Breathing is hard.
(heart is thumping, surely it will give out soon, nothing is supposed to be this fast and
breathe in. breathe out. breathe in. breathe out. breathe in. breathe out.)
The world is normal, again -
(there is color. noise. people. air, in large quantities. no swaying and shaking and spinning and
one day it will fail to come back.)