The sky is gloomy and sad, shades of grey with pillows of rain. I feel the air suffocating and draining every once of my joy. An eternity of darkness: lost, alone, and isolated. I long for the sunshine to break the walls of this prison. I know in my mind that this feeling will end, but it feels like I have fallen into the pit of hell. I am quicksand, swallowing myself inch by inch. I hang on by a thread ready to snap, and desperately gasping for my drowning soul. I must wait out this despair and keep telling myself, “This too shall pass.”