She knew what gravity felt like, but she couldn’t explain it. She hurried about, kept busy, and tried to outrun it. She was acutely aware of being held down. She filled her hours with letters and words, phrases and sentences. Still, nothing could explain gravity. Everybody else walked around, weightless. She felt heavy.
Everything around her moved about. She was surrounded by movement. She needed to move fast because, she knew, nobody would wait. She could not afford to be left behind. So, everyday, she would pick herself up and sprint. It was exhilarating. However, given the nature of a sprint, it did not draw out.
She continued to carry the weight of gravity upon her shoulders. She found it difficult. She kept it to herself. Solitude, she thought, would make her strong. She continued to sprint, only stopping to rest when nobody was watching. Her lungs were burning, but it was a small price to pay for her pride.
Little by little, she slowed to a jog, then to a walk, until she finally had to stop and sit down. Gravity was crushing her. She couldn’t even bring herself to a crawl. All she wanted was to sit. She no longer minded losing the race.
The chatter and the sounds of movement were getting fainter by the second. She just sat, miserable. Gravity seemed to envelop her and seep into her bones, making her feel heavier than ever. She was no longer outrunning it. She wouldn’t even match its stride. She simply allowed it to consume her.
It bound her limbs and paralyzed her. She felt like she was underwater. She was surrounded by a deep chill and dulled noise. She closed her eyes. She thought she was done for until she realized, she was still holding her breath. She was refusing to let the water fill her lungs. She was keeping herself alive.
She decided to stand up. She knew she couldn’t sprint just yet, so she started first by walking. Gravity still loomed about her, so she started slow. She took deep breaths and labored steps. For the meantime, it was enough. After all, she was upright.
She still knew what gravity felt like. She still couldn’t explain it. It was just something she had to live with. All there was to do was to walk alongside it, everyday, one foot in front of the other.
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