It pushes down on every inch of me, suffocating so I suffer unable to suffocate. I can see the effects, this is no trick I play on me. There is a weight on everything around me. If it is within reach and bends, it bends away from me. There must be reason and it presses be on me in search of it. Things that should not speak cry out answers, all in the hope to be free of it. Consumed by fear they will be crushed, I am begged to move along, they have no answers for me. It is not understood that to simply destroy all is not the reason of it.