Tornado

I feel as though I am being spun, I’m being pulled in a million different directions, their effects cancel the other and I am left twirling haphazardly on the same spot, which it seems I will never leave. I will suffer the sickness associated with the motions, until the day that one of the forces give way and I am bound to a destination. I wonder then if movement on the same spot can be considered movement at all.

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