I don’t know how these lines became so blurred. I turn and turn and when I fall in my dizzy pile I land in the place I started. Again and again, I can never seem to get away from you. I wash away in pink pills and prescriptions that I’m too tired to care what they’ll do. You say it’ll help so I reach for your relief. Does it help? I’m not sure. In this moment it’s my savior, but I worry for the moment it’s over. I surrender to the solace but as I dwindle down I’m reminded that I’ll have to fix these dizzy piles and wrong destinations. But, for now I cling to this spell and let myself sink down the rabbit hole.
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