21 grams.

21 grams is the weight of a soul. And so it follows that 42 grams is what makes you whole. I remember the faint grip of your palm, the smell of the hospital and the touch of your mom. Each day we cash a commodity that we fondly named time and then when the account balance is asked we scream and ask why. But none of this matters now and only you know what’s true. I’d rip every star from the sky and kill the whole heaven for five more minutes with you.