Will The World Ever Stop Spinning?

By Jacob James Grigware

The gloomy forest stretches beyond 

what the eye can see

You wander

drifting

For a period of time the mind can not measure

you wander

searching

For what?

You fall

to the soft ground

Gravity seems to tug at you from an angle

The entire world on an altered axis

Your vision distorted and perplexing

A river of colors is painted as you fall

You drift

Your hands claw at the soft dirt

The cool but gentle carpet of growth under you

Supporting you

Keeping your perception from spinning

Keeping your body unscathed but still

You drift aimlessly through the unchanging, level forest

Your balance

It wavers

like the ocean

Always flowing without direction

How could one simply just stand still?

when the entire world is spinning

You fall and fall again

until a flower 

In the dull forest

surprises you with its beauty 

You smell it

Surprised again

You can no longer breathe

You choke

Oh the PAIN

The irritatingly comfortable bed of grass beneath you

distracts the voice in your head for only a moment

Your lungs like a vacuum in space

Empty

The pressure 

Slowly

but reassuringly 

Lifting

You can breathe

Oh how good does it feel to breathe?

In the dull forest

You wander

Searching

Drifting

Stumbling

until someday. You suppose you’ll know if it comes

Does it end?

You fall

Why fall again?

You crawl

The dirt

under your palms and knees

The urge to give into gravity

To stop tensing your muscles

To only fall to the ground

But be forever gravitated in the wrong direction

You roll over

In the dull forest

The sunlight is scarce 

But it’s there

Oh but it’s there

The cool grass on the back of your neck

You continue to wander

Falling

Searching for what?

Will it not stop Spinning?

until a flower

In the dull forest 

Simply exists

It disappoints you with its brokenness

It hardly stands up 

It 

is also pulled 

in the wrong direction

It is dark and eroded

You keep wandering

Drifting, 

Stumbling through the seemingly endless forest

until there is something new

Flowers

All around you

And yet

They’re all dull

You wander

Discovering

Dull flowers

with dull colors

everywhere

Confused

Disappointed

In search of why

How could this dull forest do this?

You wander

Wondering

Searching

until a flower

That ignites something inside of you

Simply

Exists

You fall 

You crawl towards it

The world still spinning

until you smell it

Unaware

you were

drawing your last breath

You did it without hesitation

You smelt it

And it killed you

Falling 

one last time

to the cool, comfortable brace that is the ground

You lay with your head limp in the growth

Suffocating

Realizing

That the abundant

Dull flowers

smelt brilliantly

Excitingly

Full of life

Full of wonder

Every single one

unique

But you die anyways

And at last

the world stops spinning

By Jacob James Grigware