A dialogue created by lingering feelings

" I hold your heavy mind in my hands. these fragile limbs catering the massive black thoughts inside. I will always try my best to be a reliable beacon. I will eat the anxiety off the back of your neck. I will soothe what disturbs . I will do anything to make sure you make it out alive because sometimes it feels like you won’t survive this and it terrifies me. The weight of you is nothing compared to the grief of your absence. the once happy heart is making me pay, the toll of tiny joys. " - A