I like to make myself believe
that
I can reach the stars.
.
That
.
If I reach far enough, I will escape this world.
That I will escape all of this.
..
I wish.
.
No.
...
I am trapped on earth.
In a plastic tub. With air holes.
...
It is shrinking.
And I am stuck inside.
..
...
..
How long do I have left
.
Until it crushes me?
.
.
.
