Infinite Swirl

There's a repetitive thought that continues to haunt me. It continues to haunt my head. The obsession doesn't make it easier. Forever in the depths of darkness. I turn, swish and beg for a way out of the unforgiving sound. I am lost now. I wish I was as forgiving to myself as I am to most people.

This terrifies me, because I set myself high expectations that can never be met.

Forever I am lost in the panic of shame and unrest. To settle means to be unsettled. A faint sickening feeling overcomes me as I was for the tsunami of thoughts wash me away. Like a washing machine on infinite swirl.