Shapeless. Tasteless. Scentless.
Though it carries an enormous weight.
Pushing down on your shoulders, your heart.
Squeezing the energy out of you,
acting out like an oil press.
Feeding the greedy entities around you,
sucking up your spirit into a black hole.
Be warned, be watchful.
Drain away the build-up before it overflows and floods all over your life.
(Dedicated to writers struggling to hold on to their dreams while trying to keep all their balls up in the air.)