383. My Head Is Like A Washing Machine

My head is like a washing machine with everything spinning inside thoughts memories hopes and dreams all tumbling together as one All of them have become tangled and there is no way of separating them the door remains locked shut with no easy way of opening it It gets worse during the spin cycle where everything goes to a blur only thing I can do is wait for it to finish in the hope things will become clearer Yes my head is like a washing machine but sometimes it can be great it is a wonderful feeling when the pieces can be hung out to dry