Hello, my old friend. Time is a merciless thief. I need someone to listen and so I am at your door...Today has been kind of a shitty day. The weather is getting to me. I can't stand the humidity and heat much longer. It is suffocating. I can't breathe. I can't think. I can't escape. I have this beast on my back that I cannot seem to get a hold on. Its weight is crushingly so. My legs are shaking and my knees starting to buckle. Just a few more days and I will be rid of this cumbersome weight, if it doesn't crush me. I need rest, but can't seem to find it. I slumber, but rest evades me. My heavy heart and weary bones need a place to lay down. Restore me. I feel neglected. Brushed aside. Lonely. Left behind. Forgotten. Hurt. I don't know if I can perform this dance...