“Someone’s knocking at the door/ somebody’s ringing the bell/ someone’s knocking at the door/ somebody’s ringing the bell/ do me a favor, open the door/ and let ‘em in” Paul McCartney Dreaming of the things we took for granted I feel a bit of fresh air finally coming in through my open door. Along with
Tag: COVID 19
Cleaved cleft chins, white teeth, braces, pink watermelon lipgloss, and beards all seem ridiculous these days. Behind a mask there’s no way to shine a smile of gratitude to a shop clerk or for someone’s kindness in holding open a door. We look plastic in polarized soundless shock. The cranes fly overhead in t-formations migrating
Why does anything that seemingly brings joy or comfort feel like a luxury since my metastatic cancer diagnosis? I’m truly not one to just let opportunities for fun and friendship go by and there’s no depression happening either chemically in my brain or circumstantially. No one could blame me for feeling depressed either. But it doesn’t describe how I’m truly feeling nor how all this is affecting my emotional well-being.