You learn to walk
And you grow up
And the ground is exactly where you expect it to be.
But I’ve been dizzy for 4 weeks now
And the ground is not there.
My world spins
Even as I write.
I sit and my heart is sore.
I want to rip out my stitches
But nothing ever broke;
So I pretend I’m not dizzy
And that the ground is still there
And that maybe it’s just the waves.
My hands are always shaking
From the lightning in my bones,
And my hands shake
-and my world spins
-and it’s all just maybe the waves
-and I’ve been dizzy for 4 weeks now
And the ground is not there.
Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 4:49 PM UTC
You learn to walk
And you grow up
And the ground is exactly where you expect it to be.
But I’ve been dizzy for 4 weeks now
And the ground is not there.
My world spins
Even as I write.
I sit and my heart is sore.
I want to rip out my stitches
But nothing ever broke;
So I pretend I’m not dizzy
And that the ground is still there
And that maybe it’s just the waves.
My hands are always shaking
From the lightning in my bones,
And my hands shake
-and my world spins
-and it’s all just maybe the waves
-and I’ve been dizzy for 4 weeks now
And the ground is not there.
