Heavy, I know.
But you deny it, don’t you?
You deny that you’re carrying it, you deny it's presence, yet breathing feels tighter,
And every step feels like it's getting harder

Why not let go?

Don’t worry, those who wish to blame you will do so anyway.
They will blame you for carrying it, for standing still, while the ground crumbles beneath you.

I know
You don’t want to drop it, it’s not easy,
Especially when what you carry is bound to those you love,
To what you care about most.

To be responsible... It's never simple.
I remember the first time I carried my brother, how it was my duty not to let him fall.
To hold him, to be both the arms and the shield.
Joy, in that moment, made me forget, that I was just a child, barely two.
And yet, there was a hand that held me then,
One you could see.

I know it hurts now.
You can’t look up, your back aches, doesn’t it?

But believe me.
There is a hand above, not holding the burden,
But holding you.

I know you won’t let it fall.
Even if it crashes on top of you, if the earth splits beneath your feet.
I know you won’t let it go.
He knows that.

I see it
How you fall, and how fast it hurts, it hurt me too.
I felt it in every corner of my body, every fragment of my soul screamed.
Wishing to crash into the ground as quickly as possible,
Just to get it over with.

I see inside you.
You’re silent because you endure, are you afraid of seeming ungrateful?
to complain, not to be thankful,

Or are you merely facing the consequences of your choices?
That’s what you called it responsibility.
It becomes an addiction to those who know it's weight, those like you.

But do you know this?
Everyone sees you.

You shine.
They see you as a star, they look at you and make wishes.

They don’t know how much you suffer.

And you…
You just want to tell someone about your pain.

But you’ll get there.
This is just the beginning.
Don’t worry.

Another confusion?
Hmm...
I see you've tried, really tried.
And yet, it brought you back to the same point.
Again.

Why do you try in the same place?

I see you entering and exiting that same door
Again, and again.

Are you paying for your choices once more?
Or are you truly lost this time?

Look
The lights are on you.
Everyone is watching.
Waiting.

But don’t worry
I told you before, those who want to blame you will find a reason, even if none exists.
those who want to leave, even your life won’t be enough of a sacrifice for them.

The ground feels soft, doesn’t it?
Comfortable I know.
But staying here too long…
It won’t save you.

Time is passing.
So why not… change the path?

I know how deep this loss cut you.
How you suffered, swaying between endless possibilities, Oh God.
All those scenarios, all those scattered pages.

I see it…
Swinging left and right like a pendulum.
Your heart beats as if the world is collapsing.
Time drags on,
And it feels like all of creation is pressing against your chest.
You can barely breathe.

But do you know?
Both sides are burning.

It’s not in your hands I know that.

This isn’t about weak faith.
You’ve simply never known how to sit still.
never known how to do… nothing.

You can’t just watch, can you?

I remember how strong you were in that moment
How you stopped your tears, turned your back to the spotlight,
Wore a face that looked untouched.
You walked around supporting everyone else,
While your joints could barely hold you up.

That strength. That divine power,
It was a gift.
You were given it.

So why are you burning?

Why are you letting time, letting possibilities,
Become your prison?

What are you trying to prove?
And on the other side…
To whom are you trying to prove it?

All those voices
Screaming at once.
Painful, overwhelming.
And, for a moment… terrifying.

All those words you can’t say, they tear through your throat in slow motion.
Every letter, every syllable, feels like it could be the end of the world, escaping from your mouth.

And as always, you carry the weight of your words.
You’re afraid they might wound someone,
As if a single sentence could start a war.

Didn’t we say it before?
Those who want to leave, will leave without reason.
Haven’t you learned from all the times it happened?

Are you still lost?

so should I get that…
Are all these ropes of your own making?
All these wires did you place them there?

Or are you just trying…
To save yourself from them?

Too many questions, right?
Too many...