anthimeria

Spinning higher and faster and the wind flings my hair in a million directions and I curse it but secretly love the tangled mess.

Higher I go and faster I spin and the the world is a blur of twinkle lights and dark. And for a few brilliant moments the incessant soundtrack of thought stops and the wind whooshes in my ears and my mind is so quiet.

I breathe: all crisp air and night sky. Eyes wide open and stillness and goosebumps as my nails dig into my palms squeezing the chains tight. Higher still and faster still and the world is buzzing, everything has evaporated but the concentric pastel circles at my feet.

The night is alive and I am alive and my heart is filled and it is so beautiful.