melt down

A tired mind caused her motions to slow down. It was impossible to go forward. Exhausted, she tried again to pull the load behind her. It did not move.

The saturation of her mind had drained every ounce of her energy away from her body. If she carried on, it would be melt down point.

Every moment, the load got heavier and heavier. It had reached the stage where all the content has started spilling out of that big, bulky wooden cart.

She tries to unload them, one by one, sometimes even by numbers, but it just gets so complicated that her hands begins to get knot up from within. No matter how hard she tries to break free, she just gets suck in again and again.

She does not want to fight anything. It is too exhausting.

The final end is just ahead, that few steps away. Yet all she can only do is to see it from afar...