You dig your nails into a mount of dirt. Looking for something. Anything. As you dig deeper you think you feel something. But there’s nothing there. Nothing but the dirt underneath your fingernails and the blisters and cuts that decorate your palms. Your heart races faster than the water has time to fall from your tired eyes. And you realize. You’ve hurt yourself on your own. There was never anything buried. You led yourself to a dead end. Just like you always do.