T ime to unravel! My H ead spins on its axis like something out of "The E xorcist." B reathing quickens and I'm O verwhelmed, overwrought, overused, overdone. I T ouch the air with my gaze, T ell my eyes not to cry (count from 10 to one...) L et my pulse slow and then, E ver-suddenly, my soul UNDERSTANDS why my mind moves like a fan, B reaking records of speed. You were never E xactly in my hierarchy of needs. S o, lifting the mouth of the bottle to mine, I T ake a sip, watch the time... to unravel.