Have you ever encountered a thing so precious that if you could not possess it, sheer madness required that you forced it to perish from this very existence?
What will you make of me Once I am gone? Who will I be? What shall be my legacy?
The first sensation you have upon waking is pressure. No, wait, that’s not right. It’s more than just pressure; it’s The Pressure. And sometimes, you can’t even breathe.
“9/11 happened. And then so did I.”