Spinning

The center of the world is on fire.

Nothing is clear. Nothing is right or wrong. Nothing is up or down. It's all red around me. All I see is red. I hear crackling. I feel heat.
But the fire doesn't burn. Burn is feeling, of which I have none. Burn is a connection with surroundings.
I have no such connections.

I am at the center of the world.


Everyone keeps moving. Everyone keeps talking. Everyone keeps planning futures. Everyone keeps doing things.
I can't move. I can't talk. I can't plan a future. I can't do things.
I'm stuck.
And everyone keeps moving.

And the outside of the world spins and spins and spins.
But the center of the world is still.
And the center of the world is on fire.

And I am at the center of the world.

-Beaskie