tired
It is the moment of calm after the storm. I know not what may happen after this. An after shock may occur, or a period of still calm may prevail: all util the next catastrophe may come. I am so tired. My body and my soul are exhausted. My eyes are finally dry after being flooded for so long. Everything feels so heavy: my breathing, my sight, and even the simple task of holding a pen. I am pale and sick from having let the clouds rain on me, and letting my eyes follow the same suit. I am just so tired. Tired of everything.