Colors of My Life

I am sitting alone in a crowded room
While the people talk and laugh around me
The room starts spinning
Slowly at first then fasterandfasterandfaster
until it all melts into
techicol
or
blobs
who
ask
me
if
im
alrightandisayyesbutimreallynot
thingsstarttotake shapeagain
I’mable to differentiate between people and chairs
who are still the bright colors they once melted into