• As I lie and wait for the darkness to arise, I feel an intense pressure digging into my temple. "Relax," said a voice, wretched in sound, shrill in pitch. I am consumed by my thoughts, my hunger for the depths of my sadness. I find no life here, nor should I. Relinquish my mind from myself, set me free once and for all, then I can finally be at peace. The voice, having not been heard in what felt like days, was but gone for seconds. "I implore you to choose." the hairs on the back of my neck straightened as I felt what little control I had for my thoughts dissipate. The moment is near, but I am still lost, still confused. How little time I have to think. How little time I have to breathe. How little time I have to be myself.