Spin Spin Spin

When I’m spinning it feels like all the pain, the guilt, the entire past has drifted away.
My blurred vision tells me I’m entering a different world where the lines are fine, smudged and everything is gray.
Sins can be tossed aside and they fly off into oblivion where you never see them again and they can never come back.
My mind feels like it’s slowly being reduced to nothing. Just another piece of matter floating around in the universe with no power, responsibility, or weight.
My skin lets the air pass right through it, making me invisible and light as a cloud.

But a weight is building up in my stomach. It lets me know that I can’t go on just spinning forever. I have to stop eventually, and all of the things that flew away will come hurdling back at me, faster than they flew. And when I have stopped spinning, they get their turn to churn around my head and send me spiraling to the ground.

After that, everything evens out and it’s like I never spun at all.