You know it going to be amazing. You’re sure of it. It starts. The sound fills all the space around you, consuming your mind. It’s all you can think of. Your chest gets tight. You can’t breathe. Something’s weighing on your chest. It’s too much. And yet, you never want it to stop. The words surrounding you fill you. It’s everywhere. You can’t get away from it. Then again, you don’t want to. Nothing else exists. It’s about to end. But you don’t want it to. It ends anyway. You can’t help it— you want it back. So you press a button and it starts again. It’s amazing how much that simple thing helps. You can breathe, but barely. Your chest is still tight. You’re still surrounded. After it ends again, you press that button. It helps again. Just the sound helps. But you can feel it. No one else can, but you. You’re alone in this, but it doesn’t feel like it. You don’t feel lonely. At all. It ends again, and that button helps, as it always does. But finally, you have to stop. You press a different button and it ends again. But this time, that old button won’t help. It’s gone. You sigh. You’re emotionally drained. You gasp, sigh- anything- trying to breathe again. You’re tired— it’s tiring. You gasp again. There it is- a full breath. You can breathe, but at this moment you’d rather have it back than air. You can live without air if you can have it back. People appear beside you. Why can they breath so easily? You’re alone again. You feel lonely now. You wish that button would work. You don’t want to breathe. But you’re so drained.
And it was just from a simple song.
