An awful day...

What an awful day. Exhaustion slowly engulfs you, devouring every drop of energy left. You're drained to the point where it feels tangible—like your weariness is a person standing next to you. Like it’s someone standing on your shadow, holding you back from moving forward. You're beat, but you’ve managed not to crumble, not to collapse. It’s the kind of tiredness that sleep won’t wash away. You reach for your earphones and plug them in. The rhythm hits—almost as if it’s been customized just for you. You’re not sure whether to laugh or cry. But all you need is the company of this song. For, i t feels like you’re being cradled in a pair of arms, whispering sweet nothings to you with utmost delicacy. It reminds you that the day wasn’t the best, but at least it’s over. All of a sudden, you’re lifted off the ground, confined in a bubble where nothing but good things can reach you. You are embraced by hope, looking forward to the days to come, the dreadful day now long forgotten. Sur...