It’s getting heavy. The weight on my shoulders feels as if it’s multiplying, and it’s dividing me. Who said that anyone would be prepared for this. The world can be beautiful, but society can be cruel, and it hasn’t been enough for us. How can I appreciate it’s nature, when I’m frowned upon. How human of us. I don’t recall ever feeling this insane. So intense my emotions turned into physical pain. The weight on my shoulders has increased. Now this is insane. It hurts, my shoulders, my neck, my back. It’s been uneasy, spiriling down the rabbit hole. The mental stress is eating away causing more pain, the emotional ache in my heart is heavy, not full of hate, but it’s not with love either. You have to work through it though because not every day will be the same. Not every day will be bad. The weight on your shoulders is sometimes air, but you gotta stop dragging your feet so you can fly. Your mind is a constant reminder, but you still have the power. Don’t let the weight stop you from carrying you to the other side. The weight eventually goes away, but it can come back. Life’s funny like that. Maybe you’ll learn the next time around, or maybe you won’t, maybe the next lifetime, or maybe you don’t.