I’m breaking out continuously.
Redness tearing my face apart, invading, shaking, insistent catastrophe. Consuming chaos. Inhaling, exhaling, becoming, embodying chaos. Pandemonium. P A N D E M O N I U M
Trying to find myself in the whirl but it’s an impossible task. Like spinning down a bathroom sink’s drain but never draining, just spinning, rotating over and over with debris, circling peace but never reaching it.
I’m trying to glean something from the dizziness beyond the motion sickness. I’m trying to resist the hopeless thoughts prowling around me, springing from the depths of me, masquerading as me.