Life.

It’s like getting into a car and turning the key you know will egnite an explosion you’d die just from being a mile away from. It’s like that vision of what exploding will be like as you grab the keys before you walk out of your house. Or whatever living situation you put up with. It’s like that. Knowing people like family and friends feel some type of intittlement to knowing why or when you died. As if they deserve to have anything of what and who you are. And that’s fine but it isn’t when your point of view is over seen. Because this is your life that is about to end as you reach for your car and start your day of work for, The Man.