How much does the air weigh?
You might say the answer is,
zero, negligible, or none.
So let me rephrase my question:
How much does it weigh for a grieving man?
What will be your answer—
infinity, countless, or weightless?
To him, every breath is painful.
Every second he lives, he is constantly reminded,
of the lives he lost, his emptiness,
his cheating wife, his broken life.
To him, the very essence of existence,
is poison—a living hell,
in which he must survive,
punished over and over again.
So indeed, the air has a weight.
It is not zero; it is not a number.
It is a feeling—an emotion.
The stronger the grief, the heavier the weight.