illusion

It is heavy.

I know, it is!

But, how? 

This question echoes;

and the voice weakens.

The interrogation continues.

The brain gives up. 

The heart debates. 

While the other organs look down in guilt.

A wind blows and sweeps off the leafs in my memory.

And, I wonder whether my dreams were light as a stone or as heavy as a pappus?