I'm not a top, I'm not made to spin

You're like a top. You round and round and round, changing your colour every moment.

Now is white, next turn it will be black, and maybe next it will be electric blue. Though I have already understand that this isn't another thing but a damn illusion, that it's only result of my imagination. That what I see isn't more than  small parts of you that are mixed with your thoughts at breakneck speed, reaching dizzy and makes me lose track. 

These thoughts, so strange and incomprehensible, that make me feel like a huge roller coaster that never seems to end.

The same thoughts that, even I will never understand the whole, make me fly on top, almost almost until it seems I can touch the sky with fingertips. But the next second, you've changed your mind, things are upside down and I fall without any control, without knowing why.

I fall, trying desperately find something to hold on, something to stop my unexplained drop, until that, suddenly, you look me in the eye and smile. And in less than a second, I get back to float above the clouds.

~Triss