You feel yourself sinking, a most peculiar kind of defeat. Despair wraps itself around you, your most constant lover. It falls upon you, a heavy blanket of darkness, and muffles your sobs. It cleaves to your form, separating your tears from your skin. And slowly, it winds its way in, slipping in through your pores, working deeper and darker till it weaves itself into your heart and you can’t tell where it ends or where you begin.