I write because light paper can carry things
Things that are too heavy
What am supposed to do when I don’t have my journal
Am I meant to feel things?
Ask whether it will be ok?
It shouldn’t be my job alone to do this
This paper should help me
That is why it is here
When life is hard
When life is anything but good or mundane
When it is all too heavy for my body
For my heart
For my brain
The paper
So lightweight
Comes without the fear of cracking
life isn't fair
I know this well
but all I want is to get what I give
to receive the compassion I give to those who also live
but that isn't what happens
and it is what it is
when I feel alone
sipping my ice chai
listening to music with earbuds
with the fire from a candle spreading a beautiful aroma, lavender with a hint of honey
writing in a notebook
"How much sleep did you get last night?" I look up from my slumped-over position to see my friend looking down at me with her plate of food. "Uh..." I say, rubbing my eyes. I think back to everything I did last night.
Comments
This feels like something I feel a lot too.
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