The World feels so heavy as it burdens my lungs.
Struggling to inhale I struggle to forget.
The things of my past, of his past, of the possible future.
The endless dimensions of what could/has/will/might be is too much for me to carry.
I need to switch off, to not care, to save myself from the constant despair.
The despair of what could/should/will happen.
I need to save myself.