try and carry a heavy boulder up a hill
and do it
again and again
eventually your arms will tire
and the boulder starts to feel heavier
and you want to let go
every part of your body is screaming
let go
but there's no way you can let go
the boulder is glued to your hands
and you're unable to let it go
everyone's boulder is different in weight
turns out mine is pretty heavy.
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cigarettes and sunsets
Poetrya collection of poems filled with love, heartbreak and tragedy. the world has a bad habit of keeping serious things locked away in order to maintain happiness, I desire to search for these hidden things and let them be found. illustrations by Robyn...
