sometimes
the crystals
in my inner ear
get stuck
into this
circular sensation
where
in those moments
between
frantic allusions
you feel the world
spinning
beneath your feet
the enormity of
everything
the odds that are
astronomically
against anything.
sometimes
i need comforted
told that it isn’t all
just random acts
of malevolent disaster.
that it is all
in my head.
sometimes
i long
for something
that i don’t know
if there is
a name for.
but i see it
in your eyes.
sometimes
that scares me
because
i am so
unnecessarily
broken.
sometimes
i cry
because everything feels
so intense
i cannot be
inside my head
alone
with the enormity
inherent
in everything.
