The weight of me
Sinking into the hardwood floors Covered in 3 years of dust and debris
The thought of you
Keeping me held here
Keeping my head underwater
Keeps giving my oxygen the opportunity for escape
The thought of me
Ever considering the weight of this
The wait of this
Waiting for the pain to end
My stomach a battleship
Sinking further into my hands
Slipping like silk from between my fingers
Time is a relentless process
Unobtainable through words and noise
Makes clocks to keep the ticking at bay
At rest
At rest
At rest
Rest doesnt come easily to this body anymore
Stretch marks write the prologue to the road I walk
Or run
Or stand on
God knows I am not strong enough to stand on my own
Holding giants in a holding cell
Pinning the weight of a giants foot to the ground
As if the giant were little more than an axis
Turning point if you will
Jolly and green
Not jolly at all
Waiting for the power to move
The power to dig myself out of the hole I so willingly climbed down into
They dont call me "Rabbit" for nothing
I burned my own ladder
It took me a moment to realise that the warmth from the fire only lasts as long as the fire does
Took me a moment to realise rock is harder to carve away at than dirt
Took me a moment to realise that weight had nothing to do with the fighting in the first place
Took me a moment
A moment too long
Time is a big challenge
Waiting to be folded and put into somebody's pocket
Waiting to be asked about
Waiting for the answer after the questions died on the lips of the seeker
Rabbit hole
My hole
My space
My area
My arena
Another colosseum
Another day, another fight
Another year to be cut in half
Another period of time to be whispered at
Another floorboard to sink in to
And another me, weighting for the wait to dissapear.