The weight in my head was unbearable. Every little thing—unfinished tasks, unanswered calls, fragments of memories—floated around, pressing in, unable to stop, unable to rest. 

Then, the burn started. A slow, smoldering heat deep inside my mind, building, spreading. Like smoke curling from my ears, thick and restless, carrying everything trapped inside, my mind felt weightless yet suffocating, a chaotic cloud of too much, too fast, too loud.  

As always, my face remained still, composed. But above, my mind burned, stretched, ATOMIZED — scattered into a thousand pieces, each one screaming for attention, each one lost in the haze of exhaustion.