23 October, 2007

What a Ride

jennny

Random thoughts running through my head, over and over again.
It’s like spinning really fast on a merry-go-round. Trying to make them stop, trying to collect just one thought except the ride hasn’t stopped. Hanging on for dear life.
But what if I just let go?
Would it all end? How long do you spin before you’ve finally reached the end? Who’s to say? Racing thoughts, rollercoaster rides and not knowing whether you’re up or down. Who’s to say sleeping will ever be normal?
So spinning on a merry-go-round becomes normal

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