Spinning
Dec 1, 2025
1 min read
A Safe Place of Passage and Sound
Pinwheeling thoughts bouncing in percussion with simplified emotions. Rupturing and grinding of teeth to prevent an infectious bray of words. Lampshades and attic doors prevent my escape, redundant vibrations of echoing footsteps. Lightless closets filled with soleless shoes offer me protection amongst the twisted corners of fear. A miscellaneous jukebox appears in my dreams with blank records and labels for pressing the tunes of life, free from scratches and warping ready to sit on the shelves of aspirations and what ifs.
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