I keep going, exhausting all my efforts. My lungs suck in acrid air, drying my mouth and throat as I’m spinning like a top.
I’m so enraptured with only a feeling. I spin on, singing an imaginary song in front of invisible people.
Maybe I’m the invisible one, if I’m being honest.
Looking down from where you are, watching me from where you are.
Are you proud? I find myself hoping so most days.
I keep spinning like a top, balancing living, really living with all the obscurities and deserts choking me.
Maybe I’m invisible.
The bigger picture is falling closer to me than ever before. While we’re all trying to make a name for ourselves, the world keeps on turning, patiently turning.
I spin like a top, revolving in static air, fizzing and whirring with the wind, the tumbling tides.
If I’m invisible, maybe you are too. I can still sense you, watching the clouds run and embracing the warm sun. I’m so enraptured with this passion, I’m almost blinded.
The bigger picture is all around me. I accept that. I just want to be a part of that something close to where you are.
Dawning Creations 
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