It’s the weight of bottled emotions and burdens in my chest. Every night I absorb more through my eyes and ears.Â Some, I take from my experiences and some I take from others. Our past, present, and future pulsates and drains into my body. This feeling (despair, misery, hopelessness?) is insatiable and drives me through the night.Â It is my undoing and my strength. I try to free myself from it, but it’s always there tapping my window at every smile, every friendship, every desire.Â How can one move forward in a sea of quicksand? My flame dwindles. I wait, to serve as timber or a spark before I am extinguished. I can serve no greater purpose.