It pricipitates.
Like droplets in my sky,
Like pearls of awareness-awareness about my now plight.
Like no others.
Such fear, such expectations.
It weighs down, like a ton of bricks.
the pain is so clear, so sharp, so peircing-
yet so desired.
Missed out so much in my life,
but it isn't time to stop.
I expect, I demand, and others suppose.
And the burden gravitates inwards, itself intensifying.
Every second, every heartbeat, it pulses.
Pulses so strongly.
But I'm not over.
It's not over.
It's time.


And this is all I need now.