when the memories

are so heavy that you want to curl into a ball and hide under the covers until they never happened, and the weather seconds the motion, only you have to function anyway, and when i say heavy i mean that their gravity sucks you into its relentless pull and you don't have enough booster rockets to reach escape velocity and you run out of fuel and your orbit decays and you are falling, accelerating downward and rushing to meet the surface and you can't wait to get there because at least then it will be over but you just keep falling . . .