And I spin in an endless cycle. Circling over and over again, trying to catch a glimpse of what my future holds. I’m upside down, I’m sideways. I spin faster and faster. Some words fall out and hit me in the head, everything gets faster. My limbs move more freely. I don’t feel human anymore. Instead I just feel my soul, desperately clinging. I spin one more time. I catch nothing but absolute nonsense. My mind gives up on emotional equations. Suddenly it’s urgent. I heard a door shut. I left my shower on. Articles of clothing are missing. Is my heart beating? I can’t tell if this part is real. I wrote it down so I could remember. Am I just projecting old stories on the wall? Feels like it sometimes. This is a non-smoking room. I didn’t notice until the little piece of plastic those six words are printed on stuck to my forehead while I stared down the hallway. I am vomiting. This room was so cold, but now it’s right. I left my shower on. I think I’ll take it for one more spin.
