Exhausted Bodies, Shaky handwriting. Brain to active to sleep, Body to drained to move.
This is life.
Work that drains you To the point of suicide. Friends that lift you To the point of feeling heaven.
This is life.
Does everyone feel like this? Like life is just here to fill you up, Then tear you down? To make you feel ecstasy, Then Death? To make you think, No, To make to you feel that you can move mountains, Then laugh at you when you fall down from trying?