Late Nights

I am a merry-go-round of questions, unrelenting, nauseating with only one result at its end: spinning till pure exhaustion.

I try to stop, dangle my feet over the edge, dig my heels into the dirt, only to skim the earth’s surface, continuing to go around.

Each turn spells out another question and I dive back in, a matrix of answers that force me to judge myself,

do this, do that, don’t ever do this one thing, the advice is an ocean of waves that are constant, and I ride each one at each turn on this unrelenting merry-go-round.