the world's weight.

there are days where the weight of the world stomps its feet on my shoulders,

and pretends as if it doesn’t weigh a thing.

on these days, I just want to be held. 

I want to hear the sweet nothings, and the lies whispered into my ear.

I want to forget reality. 


there are days where I don’t feel the world’s weight at all,

and it’s weightless. I can move, I can breathe.

on these days, it would be nice to be held.

i’d like to hear the sweet everythings, and the truths told loudly with direct eye contact.

I want to understand reality.