Perspective

Unlike the world, at the end of the day I can stop spinning. At the end of the day, the music stops. I can still hear it. They leave the lights on so it's hard to sleep. I can still see the history around me. I can still hear the stories. Tales of better times. When we had all the answers. When things didn't change. I'm the one constant now. That one piece of nostalgia that hasn't left.
At night when I'm all alone, I think about all the people.
Pointing.
Taking my picture.
Admiring my body.
The visitors.
The fellow occupants.
When I'm alone at night I can still hear the music. I can still hear the people. I think of all the ones I used to see everyday, and how most of them have gone. I look down and shadows turn into echoes. I hear them.
Laughing.
Drinking.
Creating memories that will laugh a lifetime.
They want me to take them places, but I'm good right here. Right where I'm supposed to be. When strangers see me for the first time, I take their breath away. I turn around and show them my good side. Every side. I don't get dizzy. I don't think about it. Only at night. At night when I stop spinning.