• something heavy. something that fills an empty space. the heart. the soul. the world.
    dense, it’s what i feel when there’s too much to bare and nothing to hold on to for support.

  • “trade?” he said with a grin.
    “yes, i want to give you everything in turn for nothing”
    Her eyes were cold and blank and he couldn’t understand.

  • Trade with me what’s yours and I’ll give you what’s mine. Give me your bright blue skies, I’ll give you my thundery storm. Trade with me your vibrant smile and I’ll give you my frown. Trade with me.

  • still, without thought, without movement, without feeling. Nothing to see, nothing to hear, absolutely nothing left of me. What to do next? Cover myself in the remains of hope that hover inside me.