there’s this persistent ache right behind my sternum, like something is trying to push its way out. it’s not a bad pain, just an intense pressure, the way some colors just burn themselves into your vision, leaving that vivid imprint, and it just makes everything else feel... so much. like that feeling of being utterly full, not of sorrow but of this wild, vibrant pulse, remembering priya saying the most beautiful things sometimes felt the heaviest, like gravity anchoring you to a truth that just overwhelms your whole damn nervous system.