I'm deep because I dig deep. So i stand in this hole. I'm in a rut. Stuck digging; nothing to do but dig. You dont see why being in so deep frustrates me. I find so much down here; but its heavy. I can't bring it up to the surface. I can't descrive where i've been. Things will never be the same between us. I've been contextualized by what I've found. It's Fine that you don't understand my heavy heart hands on the fact that you won't try.