for the past two months i have found myself in the same somber dream i lived in seven years ago, when everything was just unrecognizable where the whole world felt so fragile and unloved. now i just cannot eat or sleep. now i just feel nauseous and confused and i try to put on the face but it becomes so much harder as the days pass into one another.
my grandmother, who has been dying since the day she was born, has been in icu since last week and she is not well. her hands and feet are purple because her blood pressure is so low the blood cannot circulate and when it does she is in excruciating pain. my family is staying at my parent’s house now and when ever there is such tragedy, the worst stories of suffering are heard. stories you hear when sitting in the hospital cafeteria, when just the cracks in voices are enough to make your heart break. and you wonder how people do it. how there is all of this suffering, how even now it seems like love is falling farther into sickness and it appears impossible to differentiate pain from the day to day.
often i dont know what i find myself doing. its like every moment is of itself, its like just getting through these parts and then forgetting them or trying to, but seeing how they make you so stuffed with despair, you cant even eat or sleep, and seeing your friends and their youth are the only parts of the world that make you forget. for the past few years, aside from the people i love, the only beauty i have found is in nature and aesthetic. even now it is difficult to want to move past and i try to figure out how and it all just collapses, the day just crumbles and at night its like i lost another one. i cannot figure out which is worse.
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