Living in heaviness, a reality I still can’t quite get used to. Some ten years running now, how can it still be this way,

Anyway, always mostly there, weighted vest, metaphor, more than real feeling, for sure,

Some fifty years anxious, worried, willing to keep going, not always everyday, but most days, lurking, present,

Presently so add weight, heaviness, surely, frequently surly creeping in, no matter, all-in still, feeling it means I’m living it fully,

Heavy,

Fine,

GOOD.