If you'll forget
Have you ever watched raindrops on a pane of glass? They glide and eventually submerge into other raindrops and the more tears collide, the faster they fall until eventually they seep away.
That is life.
You are still until a single drop splashes on your head; you begin your slow walk downhill. Then drops and drops, big and small, come crashing and running. Crashing and running and shoving you downhill until you break your crown.
These are the "obstacles" in life. The traumas, the unluckies, the people, the horrors, the words, the fists, the illnesses, the stories these are the things that will kill you.
There is a heaviness, a weight, a mountain, a troll, a planet, a bulldozer, a factory, a rope around my neck and it bleeds on everything I love. It holds me down, falls on my head and grips its chains around my ankle and anchors me to the ocean close enough to breathe but not enough to live.
"If you want to go, that's okay," they'd say. Maybe. Hopefully. One