Slower now is how the world spins, I’m waiting for the drop. Lifting my hands to my face, I realize now is the time to hide. What is left to hide from, have I not uncovered everything? Have I not faced my demons? Why am I still standing here, waiting? Why am I still so unhappy? Why am I still questioning this life and what it holds for me? So many questions, so little time to mull over the answers. So many voices inside telling me nothing is okay. Telling me I’m not alright.