Like a top When I was little, I used to spin in our living room until I couldn't stand up anymore. I used to imagine that I wasn't really spinning, it was the world moving around me. I'd try to spin long enough that I would actually fall down from the spinning. Sometimes, that's exactly how I feel. Like the world is spinning around me and I can't seem to keep my balance. Like everything is moving so fast that I can't make out distinct objects or issues. Like if it keeps up much longer I'm going to collapse. So far though, someone has always stepped in, put their hands on my shoulders and stayed put, letting me focus on them, catch my breath with the world still spinning around us, and get ready for the next go-round. I like to think that someday, there will always be two of us. Always someone to hold, or be held by, while chaos reigns beyond. Soon. |