Have you ever watched your world just fall away. Not in the good way where you're focused so intently on something that brings you great joy or a goal that you have to struggle to reach, but the actual collapse of your sole existence.
The one perfect falling needle, point first, aimed to crash perfectly into the bubble we call life. The scramble to grab it, to stop it even at the cost of making ourselves bleed to prevent the collision. But failing.
Oh how bitter the implications that loud pop signifies. The spike in your heart rate as the pumping muscle drops into the pit of your stomach. How sweet those moments were when the world was just a heavy burden to bear.