A Wee Cycle

Be Quick or Be Caught

I like the push and pull; I celebrate the erratic.

The hurricane that sweeps around on my inside cleans a lot of the cobwebs out, I’m grateful for the turbulence.

I like the way my brain is in perpetual motion, the hurricane also clears out all the shit not anchored down.

Viva the nosedive, viva the sky high.