"tailspins"

Time isn’t making sense to me again…

I’m unhinged, trapped in another one of these tailspins.

In that moment, suspended, I am the holy trinity:

The plane, the man, and the whirlwind.

Knowing the destruction

That inevitably awaits the landing,

I find myself laughing, for once,

And feeling fantastic.

In real life, I am staring at the ceiling,

Dreaming of having feelings…

To me, things you call normal,

They aren’t what they seem,

And this place, it feels

Like an untouchable dream.

I don’t know what day it is

When I wake up anymore,

And I can’t remember if yesterday happened…

Or if it was a dream…

This is borderline psychosis-

Enough to push you over the edge.

I am playing the role of an acrobat,

Practicing this mental balancing act.