I remember when I was younger and I would stand outside for hours and spin around in circles until I was so dizzy I'd fall to the ground. Now, nineteen years old, I still feel that way. Only it's the world, and everyone in it, spinning around me. I try to stand and gain self control once more but I'm just knocked down time after time; hopeless to find my balance in life. The hands on the clock, barely visible in the blur of the world, keep going; never slowing down; never stopping. Time goes on so rapid. Doesn't it feel as if time laughs at us? It enjoys seeing us run out of time. Time laughs at us as it spins and twists our lives into a hell