turning to stone

Leaves are turning to stone,
and I’m clutching at the wind—
resisting the pull of the soil,
the gravity of your absence.

I feel it: the weight beneath—
a slow drag to the depths,
where words sink heavy,
too heavy to carry alone,
too fleeting, like your love,
slipping through fingers
that once held tight.

Leaves are turning to stone,
and I’m caught in between:
falling and floating,
the crush of silence,
and the ache of words unspoken.

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This one is about the fleeting nature of every struggle. It’s time for me to cut people out of my life. And it is also time to support friends who are struggling. Even in their silence, I love them very much. Even when I get angry or feel abandoned or neglected, I love them very much; and it is just a projection of my own emotions anyway. Leaves are turning to stone. Feather do too. I am fighting off a headache since last night – migraine. I stayed offline most of the day. I was not missed in any way or form. That’s sobering.