we all have our illnesses,
some of which we can cure.
but sometimes we get sick
and the cure seems to turn to absence.
so lying on my floor,
debating whether to give up or not,
i decided that decisions
are too time consuming.
i went to an isolated grocery store,
only lingering close to closing hours.
my cart seemed incredibly heavy.
still, i dragged it along
to eventually find myself in the soup isle.
i studied the remaining people in the store.
i wondered if they were lost too.
i strolled to the check out line
in my beat up converse
and an elderly woman smiled at me.
i talked to an employee about halloween
as he scanned my items.
i told him thank you
and to have a good night.
i pushed the cart through the parking lot,
and it seemed much lighter than before.
from that night on i knew,
we all have our little antidotes.
this unstable internet entity begs of u, please keep fighting. you’ll find the smallest things that seem to be the cure.