o, the delicious sounds of exhaustion.
it seeps through their veins and they can't control it.
the taste is bitter and sweet and it's like strawberries from a meadow on that summer day they can't remember.
the tears stain their reddened cheeks and their eyelashes stick to each other like vanilla bean.
they're angry on the inside, yet their demeanor on the outside contradicts that.
they want everything but come up with nothing,
and their constant longing for
closure,
peace,
an explanation...
until they can no longer speak because their voices are gone and
everything is silent once again.
