the world spins without stopping, just like the clock.
it's amazing how everything behind disappears when you're walking forward.
only when you stop, turn around
does it creep back into vision
every now and again, when you take a sharp turn
catch a glimpse from the corner of your eye.
nothing chases the earth
she spins...
it's a wonder how bits and pieces remain under the flesh
motivation and fear in their own turn

i've never been this important before.