8/19/24

you lace up your shoes and you walk out the door, barely noticing that there’s a twenty-pound weight strapped to each of your shoulders– because you’ve been carrying them since you were old enough to start lifting.

you trudge down the street and someone asks you to hold a tiny weight for them. you say yes, of course– because what’s two more pounds? you’ve been carrying forty your entire life.

but this, this is the tipping point. your knees buckle and you crumble under that comfortable weight. at last, you are free– but you are shattered. 

unload the weight, before it’s too late.