Blindly searching for something to hold onto,

The restlessness only grew.

For a pain no one knew anything about,

The soul broken and the heart scattered.

The fear of shattering dreams and clinging past,

The fear of the lost freedom.

It’s not obligatory.

A man cried over it and died after he told the world,

He was gone, all that remains are his words, his voice.

He knew the focus of the gravity, he understood how heavy it was to carry it around.

He is dead.

He knew what he was speaking about, he knew you, he knew me.