I’m tumbling forward and out, hit my mind on the corner of the floorboard where the baseboard meets the bathroom wall. It rings out like an alarm except no one can hear it but me. “Worry your life away kid and that’s all you’re ever going to be”- they said this on repeat. But it crept through like a villain planning every attack. The rest leads back to me. And my mind. How it turns. How it’s restless. How it grows wilder with every passing thought about safety. What does that feel like to you? Does it mean everything or nothing? Or do you still believe that you’re invincible? Well, the world decides it’s through with trying to convince you and the villains go back home when they’ve exhausted you. And that’s how it goes.