Gravity

middle of my stomach, still asleep, caffeine not working, no breakfast sorta feeling,

staring down a well, sc-sc-screaming down hearing only echoes bounce up while

wishes, coins and tears dr-drip down without a sound.

It's like: sudden calculation of all the variables and the constants in your

life and seeing that everything adds to nothing, not people, not thoughts,

not even numbers.

A windswept sunny day feeling.

A too tired, eyes closed can't get to sleep have to stay up sorta feeling.

Keep keep walking or else you won't stop keep on walking now, one foot is

raised then lands in front of the other it's no effort needed, it's no thought

spent, it's all just simple mathematics, just gravity.

It's this sudden burst of scared, know i'm gonna puke, writing with stolen

pen and stolen paper sorta feeling.

It's like: keep keep on going, the pen's path is walking across the page,

no thought involved. It's just the pen falling down: gravity, gravity, gravity

It's like having to get out of bed in the morning right away or else you'll

be late for (work, school, boss/teacher yelling, late for nothing 'cause you're

a bludger all lying in bed like it's summer vacation. You're late for rules,

late for reality, late for discipline, late for handcuffs and chains made

of money and tele-television)

It's drinking a cup of tea then puking sorta feeling.

The world cannot work in perfect harmony sorta feeling.

Stare down a cliff and feel the ground pull surround you, you feel the pull

of so much mass just needing to be near you, you're staring down a cliff and

feel

gr-

gr-

gravity pull you down.

It's like:

can't stop because the end is just beginning for everything else,

can't stop because we're all just gonna die someday and we are nothing but

ants milling, dancing, vibrating, consuming. Eat, eat

It's like: eat eat eat you must. you must draw the world into your belly.

All matter joins together it's a simple fact of gravity.

It's like a tree grows up out of the ground and stays, erect, defying the

smooth sphere of the earth until it dies and the laws of physical reality

(gravity) pull it back down.

It's like you hold a ball and drop it just to watch it fall.

It's like you raise yourself out of bed each morning only to fall asleep again

at night every day until one day you fall asleep and can never get back up.

It's inevitable.
It's like one moment I'm up and can't see the ground but I'm sure soon I'll

have to come crashing back down because it's just density calling me.

Don't worry about me anymore,

it's just gravity. It's just gravity,

pushing me down,

into the warmth of my bed

the silence of my head.