Heavy

# Heavy

Fighting the heavy with sludge at feet. Anger about things not capable of being controlled and the weight it saps and depletes.

Trying to remain level headed despite existential dread creeping from behind, its bold hand upon shoulder, extremely cold.

Blindly going along with what people think are truth when the investment of energy is something more to be enthused.

I accrue stimuli. Amused by those lower than me but living a double life with one eye raised to the sky to look up to those on perceived olympus.

Hear the bellow of a battle cry.

Distance and measurement between to be understood beyond sound... or sight. But the pain, the middle path walked with hand articulated in pose for pray. Only about as much power given for about as much feeling you’d like to stay bathed in gratitude of gold

Be unsettled, for it is a signal that its time.

Its time to change. If you want to believe in that force for good— and that its real, then matter is as solid as the vibrations made translucent in steel. So walk through—walls jump through lines like you were eternity and nothing in front of you was ever real.

Always remember that a person afraid to live life, cowering to greatest fears will do anything to preserve the stagnant quo.