Paroxysms of catastrophic emotions

The Disintegration of the Persistence of Memory by Salvador Dali

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I mourn the travesty going on in Nepal as of the moment. 

I mourn the decreasing amount of hope I have for my aspirations.

The normality that remains is that tip of the iceberg that is the monotonous daily routine of waking up, doing what needs to be done, and going to bed. 

I am spent.

I am so spent.