Florence

Because when I do, I do heavy. Like an avalanche of emotions, tearing and pulling, eagerly waiting hungry for something. Life doesn't allow for that heaviness though, life doesn't wait for it, life doesn't bend for it. I wish I could say that's all I know, all I see. But I know how to be feather-light too. I know how to laugh and tease. I know clicks to the right, to the left, to the right. I'm a concrete worker, I'm a lumberjack and I built this here to stop the heavy. Because it doesn't just wash you away; it washes me too.