I felt smothered below mountains of rock.  Where can I go and what can I do?  No matter how hard I try to move the weight seems unbearable.

Breathing is beyond possible.

Why is so much expected of me?  Why have I made the decisions I have?  When darkness is all I see and feel does light still exist?

I’m buried.

All I have left is hope.  Hope that light will somehow crawl through the cracks, know where I am and find my forgotten soul.

I’m waiting and can’t breathe.