It's funny. That air. Stale as it is lonely. I watched the night clouds with my black framed glasses at the top of my head. Irony, isn't it. Watching with both eyes closed? At that point of time, I pray the skies would just envelope me and take me upwards. Anywhere but here please. Anywhere.
I never was one for negativity, but for that one moment, I felt it, the weight of the world. It's funny how people in love would often promise to each other the world. I'll give you this, give you that. The stars, the moon, the sun, anything and everything your heart could possibly desire. Pity. What they do not know is how heavy the world truly is.
But I laid there, silly me. I laid there for an hour without moving a muscle, I laid there breathing in what the world has to offer, on my shoulders. I heard the trees rustle and the wind whistle. I heard you. How isit possible to even feel this empty? The weight of the world...hahaha.
Fuck. So i got up. And I ran. I ran in circles and I ran away from the world.
And though my eyes were damp and my head was everywhere but there with me. I never felt a sense more beautiful than running. AWAY.
....
The weight of the world is not my burden to bear.
I am finally, free.
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