I feel like I have a bowling ball sitting on my hoo-ha.
When I eat a lot of sugar, I feel so gross. You feel so heavy, and you don't feel as energized.
Talking to Francis gave me the sensation of settling slowly to the bottom of the ocean.
Gravity always sucks. It really, really does. It's a big challenge just re-adapting to feeling heavy again, you know? Even my arm feels heavy. My legs feel heavy.
The feeling of Sunday is the same everywhere, heavy, melancholy, standing still.
There's a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.
It's a heavy feeling being in Washington. There are so many important issues at risk. You're in a fighting stance every day.
When my voice isn't doing what I want it to do, it's crushing in the most heavy way possible.
