Wed
Feb
11
Gravity.
Isn’t it odd how things always come back to you? Whether you want them to or not?
They can hold you without touch, and keep you without chains. Without lifting a finger, without even trying to, they hold you back. They will not permit you to do what you most want: to let go.
You’re keeping me down, but you need to set me free.
I don’t want to fall another moment into your gravity.
