Gemotions

He woke up in the morning feeling as though he was moving through molasses. The world’s color seemed washed out. He didn’t want to get out of bed, the thought of the day ahead filled him with a deep, inexplicable fatigue.

He stared at the ceiling, the same routine repeating, day after day. The joy of simple pleasures had become a distant memory. He felt like he was floating, untethered, lost in a sea of nothingness.

He sat on a park bench, the sun weakly trying to break through the clouds. A man approached, and sat down beside him, not saying anything. Then, the man pulled out a medical file. "It's… well, it's a lot to take in, isn't it?" The other man nodded. “I feel like… I’m not sure what I feel.” The shared sentiment hung in the air, heavy and unspoken.