🌳💜There are moments when...

🌳💜There are moments when the heart weighs

and you just don't understand why.

You are sitting on the sofa

and you know you should get up and do a thousand things

but it's like you can't lift yourself,

like i can't start.

You're tired, 

yes, 

but it's not just that;

it's the weight of the heart that holds you down,

that keeps you still,

to observe thoughts,

trying to chase away the memories

of the things you've lost,

like a ballast that forces you to stop.

You try to encourage yourself, 

you talk to yourself,

you tell yourself it's better to get up, 

you try to console yourself,

to pretend that everything is fine,

that everything can work out.

That sooner or later it will pass.

And you say that's enough,

that you shouldn't wallow in nostalgia

and you really try to do something

but you feel that you can't always pretend,

that you just want to stay there, 

still, 

doing nothing.

As if for a moment you didn't exist.

You would just like to try to turn off the restlessness.

But life goes on and you can't escape the days,

neither to nights, nor to needs, nor to questions.

So, not being able to really lift you,

just decide to get up,

abandoning the heart on the sofa.

At least for tonight,

at least for a while... 

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