Here I sit and here I stay. As clear as day, my hearing goes away. The world is bending and elevating. Aggravating, I can’t see straight. I hate that I can think correctly. My mind is painted with pastel colors, yet all I see is the floor. How can the brain betray the whole body to believe it’s floating? How can the eyes deceive the very world they used to know? How can the mind be so alive yet so dead at the same time? I might as well be a cat who died from experimentation. But I’m young. And so are you. We are the deadly generation so why not try it again? “Live like we’re dying” right?