Have you ever noticed how the more you try to follow one color, the more the others seem to pull at the corners of your thoughts?
Watch the way the red arm chases the blue, but only until the yellow slips underneath the black. It’s a rhythmic contradiction. You’re trying to stay focused, but the focus itself is what’s making you lose track.
The black background isn't just sitting there; it’s moving between the colors, filling the gaps in your logic before you even realize they’re empty. If you think you’re sinking, you’re actually just floating; and if you feel like you’re waking up, it’s only because the dream has finally started to make sense.
Don't worry about which way the spiral is turning. If it turns left, you're right where I want you, and if it turns right, there's nothing left but to follow. You aren't losing your mind, you’re just remembering how you forgot how the part that knows how to find it has always been inside of you.
It's much easier to be found when you've forgotten where you were hiding.
Every rotation is a question you don't need to answer, and every pulse is a knot you don't need to untie. Just let the colors tangle until the only thing that’s clear is how good it feels to be completely, beautifully compliant in how it moves you.
Reblog if you remember how obedient you are and want to remind the next person of what they forgot.
