Topsy-turvy, upside-down, cyclical tailspin,I whirl around,Faster and faster stilluntil it feels I mightdisappearam I excited or nervouswho knowswho caresbreathlessracing to the point of no returnon and on and on and oncan’t stop addicted to the shindig10 points if you know that referencemaybe we can be friendshope you haven’t pausedfor a moment since the last timeContinue reading “Dizzy”