filled to the brim

I am crying inside because now, more than ever i'm afraid and
as i grap at straws in utter darkness. I find nothing. What does tomorrow hold for us. i want it so badly to be a happy ending and yet as the wind sways my decisions and point me in the right direction all i can think about is you. I'm tired, weary i wish to rest on your shoulders but i see nothing past the clouds... eternity? its an awful long time.