The world is on maintain.
Right here we're, bewildered by all of it. Frozen in time whereas life goes on. Don’t make any sudden actions. Inhale your worry and exhale your hope. It dissipates out of you and floats into the open abyss, languid and unassuming. The world is on maintain and we proceed on by some means. We don’t know some other manner. We need to make sense. We would like management. Solutions. We need to know that every part will probably be advantageous. How are you? I’m advantageous small speak. How’s the climate? How’s your job? Again to the way in which it was, again to the way in which it by no means was. We have been born pretending. Please don’t share your ache with me. I can’t bear the burden. We avert our eyes on the sidewalk. We don’t wave and we don’t smile. We speak shit behind one another’s backs. We blame, we lie, we cheat, we scream, we cry, we crumble. We publish a photograph with a witty caption, considering we’ve fooled everybody. I’m good, life is sweet, it’s advantageous. With curtains drawn, behind closed doorways, behind our armor of selection. Cheers. We must always do that extra typically (however we received’t!). We have been already disconnected and alone. Name it “quarantine” and make it official, make it necessary. We’re simply as trapped as we have been earlier than. Now we’re simply escaping one thing new.
Now it’s actual. Now we're compelled to confront it.
There’s no time left to waste. Do what you mentioned you’d by no means do. Do what you thought you by no means may. Fuck it. Be who you have been meant to be. Really feel one thing, do one thing, need one thing. Make errors and check out once more. Make extra errors and preserve making an attempt. Simply be somebody. Be free and be actual and neglect what the world informed you.
The world is on maintain, however you’re nonetheless alive.