I want all of it to stop, every passing car, every rushing memory, every rough breath, every passing day and hour, every comet all of it, I want all of it to stop in its track, because I can't count that I'll stand to move another step, I can't say that the weight is to much but it is, my shoulder are bruised and scratched from carrying it for so long and all I need is a break, I can't drag it on any longer but I also know I can't make it stop, because I don't have that power, so all I can do is cry well I struggle to move my feet in front of me so I can't take this weight further towards another day, just so it can get bigger, like I have been for all these years so far.
