I long for rest and peace. I have no fight left in the heart. Not an ounce. I am spent beyond all expenditure and effortlessly tired. Tired of the same talks. The same weight. The same dead space. It all hurts too much. I am the lowest and most depressed person I have ever met. And I do not know up from down. Right from wrong. I do not know the path to righteousness or to salvation. I am not saved. I am enslaved. To the prison of this body where I cannot yet outstretch my arms and feel the sunlight around the back of my neck. Like the hand of god reaching out to hide my face from the gore of what we have done. I am not capable of more. But...