Tangled web of complex emotions springing in a turbulent breath of chaotic air. Breath in, breath out. Lost in the tumble, trying to put it all together again. Sharp corners and hard floors, nothing soft on the docket today. Edges and flats, up or down, but usually down. Caught in the spin, spin spin, laundry is still wet, dryer working overtime. No clothes for this mind, bare and exposed to the elements. By touch and by training, observant and empathetic, burned by the fire, yet still trying to touch it. Raging out of control, consuming everything, is it hot, or not? Should we try and control it or just let it all go up? Apocalyptic humor, the jokes not funny. Laughing because I wanna laugh. Crying because I wanna cry. Mad dance of jewels as the masters take their cut. Enough for me I ask but still no answer. Years treading water in the swells they make, most drowning in hope wondering when the corners gonna be turned. Down and about on another merry-go-round the cheers and jeers of hate when most people want love. Deep cycle reboot, ctrl-alt-delete. No restart mode, though, only press-to-continue.

Wessel ‘25