something is amiss

The dust and heat are wreaking havoc with me. For some reason, the floodgates of tears waiting to be unleashed have evaporated and all that is left is a trickle which resembles a constipated pee, forcing itself to come out when nothing else in this barren desert wants to move. 

I have been having this urge to cry for a few days .. perhaps a week or more .. certainly more .. and the tears just refuse to fall. These are the same tears which come to me naturally, the very tears I expertly summon or shyly wipe away, depending on the occasion and audience. They too have let me down. 

And now they refuse to cooperate, leaving me with prickly dry eyes, a heavy feeling in my chest and a sense of uselessness. I haven't quite figured out what it is that is creating this feeling when I tell myself how thankful I should be now that I am back home, to my family and friends, a job and a social life. Amid all this, something is amiss. And in all this noise, all I want is a quiet corner, where I can rest my head and cry. Once I have let those tears out, perhaps I might become more enlightened and know what it is I so need to cry over.