I keep spinning around in circles like I did when I was five. But somehow, it feels as though the world itself has stopped spinning. I’m dizzied; I’m confused. I wobble, but I don’t fall over yet. I feel I must keep standing, even though my knees are begging me to let them buckle.
I spin some more, and then I give in. I fall. The sky looks so beautiful and I wish to get lost in it. The dizzying twists of stars and clouds in my muddled mind make me feel as though the world is spinning too fast now.
I lay back and let the sensation abate. Then, I stand and spin again.
I close my eyes and let the momentum take me away, beyond all rhyme and reason and thoughts and stars, until all that is left is a spinning girl. There will always be confusion, and that dizzying feeling that accompanies my loss of control, but as long as I can spin under a starry night sky, I am alive.