The sky is pretty

I've always wanted to do a basic poem; inspired by Bianca Steward's "Drown"

I like looking at the sky

staring deep into the abyss,

and sometimes,

only sometimes,

I can see the whole word spin past me

so fast.

I think it left me behind.

Author's Note

Literally wrote it in under a minute. But Bianca Steward's "Drown" was inspiring, and this describes -very basically- what I feel.
Also, I wanted to experiment with enjambment.