How can a body be so depleted?
How can a mind be so worn?
How can one get home and only cry deeply, internally yet so viscerally it may as well be external, despite not a single tear being present?
It makes one forget what warmth felt like. Logic escapes as one wonders if it will ever come back.
The gut is sick.
The head feels heavy.
The knuckles feel scuffed.
Just.
So.
Tired.
