I get dizzy when I spin.

I keep on spinning, though,

Because it’s exhilarating.

I love the world from this perspective:

Everything has been streaked with paint,

Everything has gotten blurred.

The air billows my clothes.

I feel free for a little while

Until I fall.

And when I fall, I am sick to my stomach.

But I can still see that the clouds are moving in wide circles.

I close my eyes and hope I don’t vomit.

I can feel the planet spinning beneath me.

And I’ll be still for a while until my brain turns back on

And I can walk straight again.

And I think to myself,

“I shouldn’t do that anymore.”

But I know

I am definitely going to do it again.