Everything else in-between

If you say something over and over again, it becomes silly, and over again still, it becomes unreal, and over again and again, and it becomes scary. If you flick on and off the light switch, over and over again, you become dizzy and over again still, you forget in which direction to move your fingers, and over again and again, you want to stop, but can't, and you are moving, completely, with the sound of something beyond light. Right now, I want to crawl on the floor, and rip up carpet like an anxious dog. I want to find something in the wall, like a hole with a burning light, that gives me direction. Direction. Direction. Direction. Direction. Direction. Direction. Direction. Direction. Direction. Ha! Ha! Direction.Direction. Direction. Direction. Direction. Direction.Direction. Direction. Direction. Direction. Direction. Sometimes, at night, before I fall asleep, I balance a pillow in my hands and lift it in the air, above my head. Then, I take one hand away. I do this until I can't feel my arm and the pillow is just floating above me. I wish more things were like this. There, and everything else in-between, forgotten.