Recently it feels like I can’t take a minute just to breath..
because somewhere there are buildings burning and bodies left unburied, somewhere someone has lost all they own, somewhere my friends and loves are also hurting, somewhere another hammer falls and drives our hopes back down. I don’t feel the blows now. I’m automated a black hole of a person too safe and too cushy to be endangered but too weak to go through unharmed.
but the black hole person doesn’t change or learn or grow, and the black hole person will only continue eating everything, in total darkness.
It takes letting go. It takes letting the world just be. A minute to stop, to take note.
Even if I absorb all light into a cavity where no matter can escape.
Somewhere there are candles, somewhere lovers lie coiled fast asleep on a foldout couch. Somewhere has spiced wine and sandalwood. There is laughter there- a kitchen anointed with the warm scent of cinnamon, and frying oil.
Light is not a felled tree unheard, it exists even when our eyes are closed. Light will travel until our galaxy is an anecdote on some new space-faring people’s tongue. Even if my mind is tar and my bones call for the earth, there is still a sun and stars. We don’t matter to light’s span of time.
Somewhere shines a garish neon Santa, somewhere smells like phosphorus and matchsticks. There is a way to let the light get in, but it doesn’t matter if you don’t. Somewhere there is Hopelessness, somewhere there is hope. They exist simultaneously with equal weight, a duality of waves and particles
If I am reduced to nothing but a pair of lungs and breathing. The world will still be terrible and the world will still be kind.
All I can hope is when I’m ready; somewhere,
some light will find me; and offer:
and let me come in from the cold.
vaporwave
titsay
2087
romaincrisis
tangentwithtanner
