my mind, my heart, stuffed
stuffed with unknown
no air can go through
it's heavy, heavy, heavy
it pulls me down, down, down
i'm sinking
i'm losing myself sooooon
a voice within me
tells me i can't weigh myself down
i grind the ink stick
i pick up the brush
i begin to write
one roll, two rolls
by the third
the weight has left me
i'm good