This is comedic timing at its best as I'm starting to be able to recall the feeling in my chest. As it eases off.
And I want it to be different but I'm not sure it ever will be. It still catches in my breath, a crosshair on my death - just a feature along the path, a fork between life and rest. It's a bit different when you're depressed. If you need to think of it this way like i do, we are all responsible for All Things, but All Things come naturally and it's not in my job description to decide it's the end. And if you need to think of it this way like I do, think of it this way like i do.