In The Back Of My Head

by I.Y. Maslow

As much as we like to believe we don’t, we all suffer from the same disease. Life. However, some suffer more than others. Some suffer from the force that’s meant to be protecting them. From the force that’s meant to be nurturing them. Teaching them. Loving them. When the thing keeping you breathing is the thing suffocating you, then you are no longer alive. You are a walking corpse.