gravity

i lay concrete in my arteries. 

there is a point where i feel it’s not worth it anymore. the heartache and the pain. so, maybe, i push people away. maybe when i leave a place. but wait, i know i do it. so what about all these maybes?

maybe that pushing is waiting. maybe my world needs both less and more. maybe the pushing is receiving of other things worth coming.

maybe not.

i wrote a letter i’ll never send. a letter that’s starting to feel like nothing, again. because this moment never lasts. this moment this morning this marvellousness this momentum.

this 
this 
this 
always ends.

because what goes up…

thoughts?

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