Birds circled overhead. I feel.. drained. My lips are cracked, chapped, and dry. My skin is rough. My eyes sting. I can feel my body wanting to give up. To die. Once in awhile I open my eyes, to see if this is just a dream. It’s not. The birds are still there, and my organs are failing. I’ve been here.. how many days now? 4? I’ve been stuck on the ground. The sandy, hot, dry ground. I have sand un...