whatever flows through my mind

God, I'm floating. At least that's what it seems like. Dipping, turning, twirling, hovering in place some times and other times I'm twisting along. There's an orchestra in the background and for some reason it just doesn't seem to sit right with me. It's grating on my nerves like metal against a window. Little whispers tell a story I've just barely been keeping up with. And my head still wont stop spinning.

There's something wrong with what I'm seeing and I'm not quite sure what it is. There's something outside of this scene. If only I could move this image over just a little, push it to see whats hiding on the edge. But no matter, I'll just wait for the next one. Maybe I'll catch a glimpse while it changes. And then again, maybe not. You never know.

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