Centrifuge

 What a strange, beautiful trip. The thinning of altitude, the crispness of air… the manifestations of dreams, previously limited by inexperience.

Dispersed unevenly across moments of tension, anger, even hate… fulfillment and maturity manage to cast their glow.

So far removed from routine and familiarity… stretching my limits almost violently, as if caught in a black hole.

This centrifuge period… stripping away all the parts that corrode the core, leaving resolve… humility, respect, and self-awareness. Still, echos of failure, hope, regret - they still resound, albeit softly.