Mata Berdebu

Everything isn’t well.  It’s like you stepping on broken glasses. Shards, flakes, glasses. Whatever it is, still, hurting.  Your feet bleed in freezing. Are you gonna try to move it?  Nah, that’s a bad idea.  I’m sad. Just sad.  It’s feels like drowning in desert. I can’t breathe. I can’t even open my eyes. Irritated.  Am I going to die?  Which one is...