Overload

I look away as I scroll.
I squint against the barrage of incessant images
Pounding against my eyes
Nerves
Brain.
The images and sounds swirl me,
Tossing and scrambling
The thoughts in my head,
Sending the leveling fluid
Too quickly
To one side of me.

What used to be easy,
Delightful,
Has become a nauseating ritual
I can't avoid.
I go backward in time while
You
Go forward
Forward
Ever forward
At ever faster rates,
Whirling and stomping dances
I can't watch.