Thursday, November 10, 2011

The weight of lead

Isn't it funny, how the more we don't want something to bother us, the more it does?

It sinks within us, like we're standing on soft sand with lead weights pressed down on our shoulders.

We don't listen, even though in a way we admit that we can't stand any further. Time makes the impression deeper, and the falling rain makes the sand softer so we sink faster.

The longer we stand, the harder we find to step out, the more we want to step out, the more we say we don't want to.

Isn't it funny?

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