Continuing

Oh, the effort it takes to not let all this hollow out one's heart. But I will be sleeping with a heavy one tonight, taking it gently out of my chest so that it cannot disturb me as I dream, dearly hoping that things look more settled by the morning, that this accumulation of humanity-related sadness pulling me into the water weighs a little less, that I can continue on with the real and true things, the things that will endure.