It was like he was holding a breath he didn’t know he had
It was like thawing snow when the sun finally has its control back in its grasp.
The buzzing, the chatter, had quieted. Someone had turned the volume down and the contrast up,
highlighting the differences.
Yet those differences were the same, they resembled each other in the strangest way. Everything was the same,
but so, so different.
He didn’t know why or how. Just that the world was now viewed by him in this way.
He wondered if he could go back,
to when the hateful words were just things people say,
to when global events didn’t matter
because all he wanted was to cook a perfect loaf of bread.
Now they were all connected.
A bombing in Pakistan sent shards into his heart,
climate change weakened his very being,
that boy being bullied for his sexuality was a stabbing into his gut.
He felt it all.
The feeling was almost too much.
He felt too much.
The ants being stepped on as kindergarteners made their way to school,
the elephants being shot for their tusks.
Every word,
every shot,
every flame burned within
him.
May 17, 2021
May 17, 2021 at 1:41 PM UTC
the music is starting
they said
the music is starting!
they said
and start it did.
the sound cascading like rivers
funny how it feels like it's surrounding me
when the speaker is very clearly to the left
when the song ends
the room is in an abrupt silence
and the walls are farther
and farther away
the walls
they grow taller
and the ceiling rises into the sky
for a minute i close my eyes
and feel an overwhelming empty
but here it is again
the music is starting
they said
the music is starting!
they said
and start it did.
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 5:53 PM UTC