Spinning

By ZAP

Spinning and spinning and spinning

Light feet, dancing on the ground
The dangerous game of balance
One wrong step, a slip, a fall
Streaks of colors
The same tree, over and over again
The rush, the pounding in my ears
If I stop, I will fall
I stop
The world tilts
I fall

Falling feels a lot like flying

I fall
I fly
For just a moment,
The weightlessness before the impact
It takes my breath away
But it was worth it

For that moment of joy,
the freedom before the impact
 
Z

ZAP

VT

18 years old

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