Hiralious

I have something weighing me down today that feels as if my heart is a shelf and there is clutter sitting on top of it. No amount of diversion will make me forget this clutter over the shelf.

If I close my eyes in my bed, I will still remember that the clutter is there, ugly. 

The clutter won't let me sleep.

It is about a very specific thing that I will probably write about, with reference in future.

I don't like being cryptic about what's bothering me anymore.