Negligible senescence.

There is something deep and mysterious churning in you. You want to call it dark but it feels like light, golden and shimmering somewhere at its core. It's all this possibility, all this hope. You feel it at the base of your throat, like choking. It's three seconds before sobbing, or three seconds before laughing long and loud, shrieking into an expanse of sky, feeling small, feeling big, feeling large enough to hold up the sky, and foolish enough to try. Brave enough to try. These words mean the same thing. Here it is: A day in the life, a life in the day. You've got to try for something, because that churning in your chest, that feeling swirling there, is what's holding up the sky. Imagine if you let the sky fall. You just can't.