My Head is Spinning

My head still spins around, reeling, in a daze. The alarm blared early this morning, and I just smacked it off again and again and again. It wouldn’t make this twisted dream disappear, and I didn’t want to arise and face the day. A 5 o’clock shadow graces my face at 7 a.m., but I don’t care. Looking into the mirror is like peering into my soul. Unshaven, disheveled, and still in shock. Splash some water on your face and it doesn’t go away. I can only pray and hope that sanity will return.

This world is not my home.

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