Gravity

     Distance. Everything here is distance. Everyone is in their own little world with somebody to talk to but me. Everyone is crying, but I'm the only one who not comforted. Maybe it's my stoic face; it could even be the tears that follow each other like a relay race. That is distance; distance from me, distance from my grieving, and distance from every part of me that cares about everyone around who refuses to acknowledge my presence.

     This was no one's fault. It could all be attributed to earth's forces. Gravity. A fall. A stupid shift in balance is to blame. It's easier to grieve when you know that someone physical is at fault. But when it's gravity, the only think you can do to fight back is throw a stupid rock on the stupid ground so stupid gravity can keep doing what it does best. Make things fall.

     I hate gravity.