i feel the world has been spinning too fast, and i can't keep up. weakling that i am, i try to ease myself lying down in a praire where eventually, the sun will shine like 4 o'clock so brightly, and the wind will blow and lift me up like a feather into the sky, and i will be swallowed by that enormous expanse of blue and cotton-candy white. what i am is not a very good person to be, i think.
