Swirling around, round and round.

Cynical me finds cynical you. Two mirrors, opposite each other. Endless reflecting, where did it really begin? 24 hours, 1440 minutes, 86400 seconds. 86400 seconds, 1440 minutes, 24 hours, the day. Wind up the alarm clock to fall into slumber that the mind needs, and the body snatches. I paint today, and snip with scissors bits of red and green. Bits of cotton fly in the air, innocent weapons that make it unable to breathe. Cynical me finds another cynical you.