Sometimes, I feel like, I’m drowning. This feeling– a never-ending rush, of water, that cascades throughout my body, my veins, leaving me submerged from the inside. This feeling– a longing for the mundane when I could wake to the sound of a 6:00am bell and not, have it be answered by a throb from within my skull. Today, my mind, sags, like telephone wires swaying tirelessly in summer heat. My bones, ache. These feelings– a second self carried through this tired will of conduct, I call mine much like the nails on my fingers and the hair, upon my scalp.