I’ve been waiting for the weight of this to lessen. I feel it pulling in my neck so now everytime I open my eyes, I’m looking down. I feel dust corroding in the corners of my mind. It’s sacred. And if you don’t see that, then you have no room to be part of it. Loath it. Love it. Need it. See it. I don’t care anymore because I’m trying to pull the gravity off me like sin. But it stays. It haunts. It wins. It worsens. I found a home in staring down at the ground beneath me. Remembering how it’s carried me for so long. -AMT