You’re not alone.
Not when you’re here.
That weight you thought was the entire world was nothing but a tiny sphere, that you carried home.
You put it down to forget about, but in all your words you couldn’t find the perfect ones to sum it up and make things clear.

There is no one coming back for you.
They are never coming back.

Slow it down.
That weight was just a boutonnière; a holdover of what was here.
But it’s covered us and kept us safe within it’s shroud, but it’s over now.

Shed it off.

No one is brave.
No one is strong.
No one is scared.
No one is wrong.
No one is weak.
No one will save.
No one is right.
No one will change.