My insides have evolved into a dry and barren desert. At one point. long ago, they felt like a square of sidewalk during a particularly heavy rain; being beaten down on by the drops of water and the feet of people running to get inside. Wet and palpable. But now I'm just filled with miles and miles of this harshly arid sand and a dry, scorching air that often feels like it's suffocating me. It's a terribly hopeless place to be. An absence of all feeling except an uncomfortable dissatisfaction with life and nothing to grab hold of.