I never used to go round in circles because my life spun on it’s own.. Now I’m less capable of turning this table if nobody wants to spin it for me. I’m lost trying to figure out whether these tables are worth the spin..lost trying to solve mysteries that aren’t there. Those circles in the clouds are gone, it’s me against the world..a girl no more, a stranger to the universe and little left to say about a past i chose to ignore.
im happy i solved a pattern that needed to be not be unsolved..but with no more puzzles left, cards on table, life is less complex..the quill is dry, the thoughts r rundown with feverish worry. i wish the slipping spin of my brain would silence and balance itself as quietly as if i were at peace..dead to the world. always on, like a lighthouse. always on, he’ll never know.. why frazzle an angel at peace, ill leave my past to rest and try to rest myself.
beside myself with guilt, is it all about me and if so, what does me want?