Sometimes, despite everything
We still have to keep moving.
Its how we keep ourselves alive, y’know?
Tired.
Barely moving.
A step carries a thousand pounds.
A door weighs a hundred tons.
All the worse, with a soul that weighs you down.
Hungry.
But I can’t eat.
The spoon won’t lift.
My arms won’t move.
I sit alone at a table meant for two.
Where are you?
Sad.
But I can’t cry.
I stare at an empty wall
With a bottle in my hand.
I hang from the ceiling.
My feet in the air.
Unable to land.
