I wish the world would stop.
Stop twisting and writhing on the spot.
Spot me a dry piece of toast?
Toast is certainly what my brain feels like.
Like my world is spinning~
Spinning around and around like a top.
Top of my head?
Head on out please?
Please let this go away.
Away now shall go I?
Written because it feels like I’ve been spinning in place all day long even as I try to hold very still to ease some of it…