I don’t want to
write about
the weight of
the air,
but it is
just so
heavy,
it pushes
my eyelids down.
Do I give more
than I take
or get?
Or is that just an
image I like.
I have forgotten everything
What do I like again?
I have become
static and
the world is
boisterous.
I don’t want to
write about
my life
underwater,
but what is there
to write about,
besides my feelings?
Do I take more
than there is?
I am forgetting
how to live
Am I becomming
a narcissist?
Why do I need so much?
Why is a clear sky not enough?
The air is too
heavy
can someone
carry it
with me
please?
Or do I then
carry
twice as much?
I am on pause
I don’t take anything
at all
yet I take everything
there is.
Why is the air so heavy?
Shouldn’t things be light underwater?
I don’t want to
write about myself
yet I can’t stop
writing about
myself.
I am taking
and getting
all there is.
Why is it not enough?
Why is it never enough?
I don’t want to
write about
the weight of
the air,
but it is
just so
heavy
Babette Helena 