you know what?
things rarely end with a bang.
most things
end with indifference.
I’ve spent all these days
trying to describe what it feels like
to be us, now,
stuck in this crumbling world.
and every time I tried
I got Nothing.
no words matching my feelings,
just this endless buzz in the back of my mind:
is my family ok?
am I doing ok at work?
did I wash my hands enough?
do I have enough food in the cupboard?
in the freezer?
why is my heart racing?
I was just watching a movie, a minute ago.
why can’t I write?
why don’t the words flow like they used to?
will it be better tomorrow?
will it be worse?
Nothing.
no real answers.
just questions, panic, repetition,
reaching all the way down to despair, sometimes.
some other times,
we meet.
maybe not always in person,
as “distance” is the name of the game, currently,
but, at least our minds meet,
and leave a mark on each other,
a mark that says:
“I care.”
and this, for sure is
Something.
one, open, palm,
ready to hold you
- in case you need it -
is all it takes to get back up,
and keep the panic at bay.
when you’re down,
remember to ask for it.
when you’re up,
remember to offer.