The emotion is exemplary. Surreal REALITY, an exhausted empath and Surreal REALITY exhausted by the empath perchance

The world he knew is breaking through the wall,A tide of stars and salt, a crushing weight,He bows his head before the sudden fall,Too tired to fight, too small to negotiate.The shelf holds relics of a quiet life—A candle’s glow, a plant in steady bloom—While outside, cosmic storms and oceans rifeWith ancient thunder flood his narrow room.Is this the end of all he’s ever known,Or just the truth finally rushing in?The boundaries between the heart and homeAre wearing thin, where dreams and depths begin.He does not watch the cresting, golden wave,Nor see the continents within the spray;He only feels the silence that he cravedBe washed in light and carried far away.