Leaving, Living, Gone.

Breathe.

Can I?

Trust me.

God help me! What is god?

You just left. You can’t remember?

It’s bright here!

Not so bright, you’ll see.

I want something so I’ll force
the air into my ….

Throat.

Into my throat! I’m sure that
if I push hard enough they will hear me.

Is this your theory?