The air is so heavy, it pushes my body to the bed, ties and binds my feet. It pushes my mind to go to abandoned places destroyed by war, places driven by fear of other. Depression honors the less, puts out the fire that is the only navigation out of this dark starless night. I cannot find my way out of the night, out of the desert, out of my house, out of the nagging thoughts of less than…until I can.