As if my burnt lungs, swollen heart, and pill filled stomach disintegrated into little fragments of sand, pouring effortlessly down my spine.
Feeling so empty, yet gaining the weight of constant regret, pain, and sadness as the sand sinks down to my waist.
An endless hourglass, feeling everything I’ve ever felt, thickly gliding through my body, only to pile up heavier, and heavier, until I can’t move.
The inability do anything but feel it draining and filling me as a whole.
No solution, the sand will not run out, not until the day I die, the day I am at peace. A constant reminder of what I feel, everything at once, yet, nothing at all.