Linger Longer

There are things you need to know about me. Like how I linger on things. Not the regular type of lingering, but the absurd type. They make me do it. They tell me it’s unfair to let things pass my eyes without entering my mind, cruel to let sound beat unheard, smell unnoticed. They tell me to feed my mind with my senses so that I can feel my surroundings inside me. They tell me the exterior deserves a spot in my interior, and now I’m an architect drawing everything I witness on the walls of my brain, so that I can linger just a little longer. They say it’s always healthy to linger a little longer, but now my drawings are overlapping, and although they’re weightless I can feel them consuming me. There are things you need to know about me. Like how I linger on things excessively, and how my mind is so hefty, I don’t think I’ll ever carry anything as heavy in my entire existence.