My mind is starting to spiral.
Inconspicuous things thought to be negligible are haunting my thoughts like demons swinging back and forth, back and forth. Left, right, left right.
I always love the ride down the red spiral slide.
I greet the demons, ask them how they've been and notice their same color red.
Spiral, spiral. Swirl, swirl.
They laugh at me and say, "You are not one of us. Who are you to speak to such?"
Back and forth. Back and forth. Left, right. Left, right.
I'm not sure I can actually answer their question. Who am I?
A dozen demons join me on my troublesome ride and push me further down, so I might die, sliding down the all too familiar red spiral slide.
Spiral, spiral. Swirl, swirl.
Oh hello. I remember you, red demon. But I'm afraid I wouldn't have remembered you without your tiny red tag. It's been a while since you've joined me on the ride down the red spiral slide.
The demon laughs and another push lunges me forward as my mind continues to spiral backwards and then the reverse.
Back and forth, back and forth. Left, right. Left, right.
Hold tight, I think to myself as I slide faster and faster down the red spiral slide, holding on for dear life. The warning signs and traffic lights scream at me as I continue to speed.
I should really slow down.
Spiral, spiral. Swirl, swirl.
Who am I?
Back and forth, back and forth. Left, right. Left, right.
I always love the ride down the red spiral slide.
