It's like a pit.

There's really no other way to describe it.

Regardless of whether or not I dug it myself, I feel like I'm stuck at the bottom, swollen and helpless. It's dark. Thinking clearly seems like a feat far beyond my capability. My chest tightens and my breaths become shallow.

And the pit moves.

It moves away, far away from anything and far away from everything and it feels like it won't ever stop. I surrender; I collapse. They say hope never spread her wings but on unfathomable seas, but they never mention my desert.