heavy boots.

it's leaning too hard on strangers.  laughing or crying too much at fiction or paper or anyone else's life.
almost always feeling like it's about to rain, or feeling like it feels like when it's raining.  squeezing the glove in your pocket and shaking your head, making some movement that isn't moving somewhere or away from somewhere.
feeling constantly on cold fire.  never being warm enough.
never sitting still and never wanting to move.  it's go.  it's far.  it's a piano in the dark.
a look in eyes looking up under eyelashes, a mascarashield from eyes looking back.
the fastest steps still too slow  everything down.