Gemotions

The weight of the unwritten words pressed heavily upon him. Daniel had been attempting to organize the garage, a task he’d been putting off for months. He had stumbled upon a letter he had written to his brother, which he never mailed.

He sat on a dusty box, his posture slumped. He felt a profound depletion of energy, a bone-deep weariness. He stared at the letter, his gaze fixed and unfocused. The day was slowly fading.

He felt the sting of regret, the ache of unspoken truths. He slowly put the letter back into the box. He would resume this later. He just wanted to stop and rest.