I used to have a weight in my pocket that held me down. It connected me to the earth. I grew tired of always carrying it. I was bored of the charade that it embodied. I handed it off out of a vague idea of amusement. The distance between myself and the ground has grown immensely. Further away from everyday understanding. Everything is unfamiliar. Had I kept that weight with me, I would have been dragged to the bottom of the ocean. Instead I await the day when I have to come crashing back down to everyone else’s reality. I am tired. Exhausted even.