Were I a Starfleet Captain I would be unfit for duty, but this is no Federation of Planets. This is a moment in time and barely anything at all, yet it is everything. Carrying a weight on my back of a small crew, I lack the mental fortitude to take care of their carrier. The cacophonous cocktail stirring within my ribs is barely tolerable. In fact, It is not tolerable. Adorned in a gown of ripped tissues, the waves come like tsunamis. Somehow throughout my turmoil I have to remain focused and continue forward. Every step is heavier than the next and I often am unsure how I will see the sun set. If I'll make it there alive or as some hollow shell with a faux optimism.