We all have different things that cause us to have difficulty breathing.
Difficulty thinking.
Difficulty living.
We all have those ticks that push us closer and closer to the edge.
I'm nearing my edge.
Not my death.
But the edge of not being able to take it anymore.
I am nearing the point of no return.
I'm not leaping off the ledge this time.
I'm fighting tooth and claw.
Mind and body.
These buildings.
These houses.
These roads.
They are all creeping in.
Pushing me a bit farther every time.
Every time I hear a car rush by.
Every time I hear a garage door open.
Every time I see a piece of trash in the woodlands.
It's all suffocating me.
It's all rushing on me and pressing me down into an artificial hell hole.
