The heavier my soul gets, the harder I know it will be to leave this place. Escape velocity doesn’t just apply to corporeal things. Even if the spirit wants to, without enough momentum or with too much mass, it will always fall back down to earth. In a way we’re all fallen angels. I can’t say that I remember it all, but I remember some. I can’t say that I knew very much, but I knew my name. That was that Just enough to remember what I lost but not enough to save me There are times when I think of it, and I can feel my soul get heavier with each memory. They call us consumers, but the more we consume, the heavier the soul becomes. Everything we consume keeps us here, and draws us in, and makes heavy and makes us think we’re big, but hearts are heavy, our spirits are crushed under all of our demands. Everything breaks, but we were born broken. For this reason, nothing can change who I am. Nothing can tell me I’m a man. Nothing can bring me peace as I am. There are too many things rotting
