Longer than usual...

The morning felt colder than usual. My heart beat steadier than usual. Last night, my eyes refused to shut weary, heavy, and wetter than usual. Yet, I act like nothing happened. But who will tell my heart it should be thumping, not lying still? Who will tell my eyes? even rivers run dry eventually? Where do they find so much salt to spill? This seems endless. I’m always bursting at the seams. I just want to turn the last page of this book this rough patch has lasted longer than usual. V....