Dust

Emotions. They swirl in my head, wanting a means to escape. They swirl inside all my being, around me, and throughout my soul. Then, all at once, they plummet. They are heavy, dragging me down and I’m drowning. I cry out, but nobody can help. Nobody knows how to help. So they don’t even try. And here I am, a particle of dust, swirling in my problems. I reach forward, towards the slower ones, but they just get pulled down with me. I won’t even be able to lift my arms; I won’t lift my head. I’m crushed. The colors blur around me. A pink coat. A white vase. Several faces. A single tear.