Esoteric

It’s hitting me tonight, the cold vacuum of space inside my chest. I don’t understand, how something so empty feels so heavy. And then I think, planets—incomprehensibly massive—they are suspended in nothingness. The moon—a rock just floating in non-air. It’s about the force of the pull, I suppose. The emptiness itself is pulling me down.

It keeps my head turned downwards, when I walk the neighbourhood to look at pigeons. They cluster in groups, just tittering around. They like to be near—do you know they’re all descended from pets? We shun them, but they can’t help but love us anyway. A tragic, self-defeating love. They look up to us and we look away. Seems to happen all the time.