Your Love is Strong.

Sometimes life is too much to handle. It surrounds you, making you feel claustrophobic, asphyxiated.
Its presence envelops you, and disables you from thinking clearly, or releasing your thoughts in a coherent manner. So you hold in your emotions until they leak out through your eyes, or sometimes through your throat in guttural screams of frustration.

Life is, as Marty McFly would say, heavy. It sits on you, right on your chest, making your heart and lungs work harder than they should, and making it difficult to move because of the extra weight. It pushes you down continually, and the second you feel the load lighten, it comes at you again with another shove.

Humans are weak, brittle things. That's why even taking one step forward is so hard with life clinging on to you like it does. We can barely hold ourselves up as it is, so when life climbs up for a ride, it's all we can do to walk. We often have to resort to a crawl, because our legs just won't hold the weight. And occasionally someone else's life decides to join in. At this point, we become almost helpless. We try desperately to be strong enough to carry them both, but it's just too hard. It's just too heavy. Our frail bodies can't do it.

So sometimes when life gets too heavy, we just lie down and take in shallow breaths, our eyes closed, our arms at our sides. And we just lie there. Not moving, barely breathing.
Praying for someone stronger to come along and take some of the weight. Or better yet, pick us up, life and all, and carry us. We feel a little selfish wishing for that. It's not fair for someone else to take on our weight and all that we're carrying. It will be so heavy. It may not even be possible. Our feeble imaginations can not even begin to hope that we can find someone that strong. It would be too incredible.
But sometimes, that's all we want.

It's all we need.