Statement of Purpose
... entertaining droves of happy people. I burst into the room, crashing, tumbling, and twisting onto the bed, longing to feel at ease. I took a deep breath and held it in as I thought about how lonely I felt on that cold night. Man, I wanted to jump right out that window to do something, anything. I felt alive and confined by life. Then, like a bolt of burning lightning, something struck me, sending me reeling like a torn and tattered ragdoll. In a daze, I picked myself off the floor only to fall back to the bed again, as I made another attempt at sleep. Suddenly, something took hold of my consciousness, making me feel like Miles Davis’ screeching trumpet and Ron Carter’ s rumbling bass, all at the same time. My eyes raced around the room trying to find an explanation for my situation, and I began to hear my own heart bang in my chest, loudly thumping, booming, booming, constantly booming. Whatever was going to happen was going to happen soon. The room began to spin like a child's top around and around, dizzyingly spinning and falling and tumbling and crashing. I began to cry, not knowing what was happening. My body tightened and twisted, itself trying to escape the unknown enemy. Like an old can of Coca-Cola, I shivered and...