It’s a necessary lie I tell myself, if I go down, I go alone. Truth is I’ll take a piece of you with me. I don’t want to take anything from you, but it’s inevitable. I will strive to take a morsel of your fears, a weakness you meant to work out of your body by now, but time is merciless. Aging doesn’t guarantee wisdom and much less enlightenment. If I go, I’ll yank this aberration in your nature. Just promise me you will never reclaim it.