i sat.
in the chair that creeks when you come and leave.
languidly fumbling hair in between index and middle fingers.
staring at the small lamp in the next room.
laughing at nothing when you can't take it anymore.
eyes heavy.
and head. and heart. and feet. and breaths. and beats.

the silence is even heavy.
the walls are heavy.
the shower water is heavy.
the sheets are heavy.
the moon is heavy.
waning, waning, waning...
i feel it too much.

how is it that everything's so heavy when you feel empty?
...tell me.