I tried to quicken my pace. Wanted to do so with all my might, but I was too tired. My legs dragged. My feet dragged. Indeed, my entire being seemed to drag. If I let it, I felt like my soul could have slipped out of my body and entered the ground I was traversing.
I fought to keep that from happening. I didn’t know where I was going, only that movement seemed most imperative. If I stopped I didn’t know what was going to happen, but it seemed likely that I would have sunk into the ground and never gotten back out.
A sense of panic touched me then. I did not let it overwhelm me, but I also could not banish it completely. Given that, I decided to keep it close to me, so I could, with effort, keep it tame. I seized it and held it in my heart. The muscles there contracted, as a way of tellin
