Today, I bought a gas canister

It looked the same as the first time I saw one

Though the first memory of it was a bit rusty

It was a busy scene

Souls rushing for their lives

It wrestled against its own contents

And before I could fully examine it

A brave soul snatched it and gifted it back to the predators

Today, I bought a gas canister

It felt the same as the first time I touched one

Yet this time, the memory was strong

The predators have retreated

Signaling to brave souls to fight back

I didn’t join the offensive

I observed the hopeless piece of metal that was meant for my agony

And I put it in my pocket

I escaped the battle

I went home

And in the rusty canister I placed two flowers

I knew it in my heart, another battle is afoot

Today, I bought a gas canister

I cracked it open

Its fragrance was the same as the first time I smell one

Memories trickle down from images

To sounds

To feelings

It’s been so long since I felt this rush

A rush of fulfillment

I’ve missed feeling like an animal

So basic and pure

Pure ecstasy

Pure triumph

You savor a flavor that compliments your taste

But you can do without it

I knew what fear feels like

Pure fear

A fear that fulfilled my survival instinct

And to this day, I can’t do without it

Today, I bought a gas canister

I cracked it open

I locked my room

I watched through my screens as my world falls apart

And it felt so good

Maybe that’s how I wanted to be when I die

A floating soul, flying over abyss

Resting in nothingness

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