“More weight”
He already had enough weight in his mind, body, and soul
He carried a burden while trying to save his wife
He carried a burden while swallowing his words
Sometimes, we can be a bit too hard on ourselves.
Our own worst enemy.
Our own worst critics, seeing ourselves in a negative light.
Feeling dead, worthless, like dirt on the ground.
It’s midnight, the moon shines upon the misty dark forest, where dead trees stand stretching to the black cloudy sky. You carry your lamp and flee in terror as your heart beats, feeling like it will pounce out of your chest at any moment, adrenaline surging through your veins. Not wanting that…