All colors fade to black, I squeeze my eyes tightly closed, try not to see the scene of my own end, but it is layed before me in my own minds eye, no escape, like clock work orange. Pls rx take hold, maybe just take one more. Be strong this is a part of a process, I tell myself. Its okay. I don’t matter, I am an ant which can be crushed, just as my work did firing my cooworkers.. I feel it, Calm, slEep coming, and not too late really.