

Must Stay Awake...


Must stay awake… The sharp scrape of wood against concrete, a hollow clatter as the chair tips and falls. The rope tightens. And suddenly, I’m sixteen years old again, sitting on the beach, staring out at the endless stretch of ocean. The sky was painted in hues of gold and violet, waves rolling in a rhythm that felt almost deliberate, as if the sea itself was breathing. I remember this day with perfect