The orbit of good
April 19, 2026•80 words
Planets collect objects in their orbit. And I feel objectified to rotate now. What I am witnessing has me captivated in formation.
Those around me spin in a dance, I spin with struggle to keep up. Yet I spin.
But those stars that spin around me are guilty of something. Their rotation I do not know.
Yet we go.
I spin how I must, so I can spin how I do. Yet, I wonder why my sides go and go.