Year 2020

This say's start writing. So I guess that is just what I'll do. They pay you if they read, or so they say. So type, type, I'll just type away. Though I may never see you, I do appreciate the views. It's 2020 and it seems like there is not much else to do. People say just Stop. Don't do those things that are just second-nature to do. Covid-19 has left us here, at a stand-point with no direction, no idea of what to do.

Stay still, Stay away. Don't go outside, just hide away. Less contaminates. This is what they say. Yet still, we watch those numbers rise day by day.

Bills. They don't stop though, no matter what people say. You can extend your grace periods but you still have to pay. For those that stressed beforehand its a living nightmare upon us these days. Why? My lights might be out before the end of the day. Oh! Don't forget, Rent still has to be paid. The stress is outrageous and we are all afraid. We cant even give comfort in appropriate ways.

No contact. Don't touch, just stay 6 feet away. Don't gather, don't speak. Hopefully that will make it all fade away.

People. Slowly, Tediously, programmed to think a certain way. Have no words to speak and just simply obey. The ones that don't are ridiculed and left in dismay. How dare they, think differently. But it's ok, life will go back to normal someday, so they say.

Is anyone truly happy these days? Yes, there are smiles and laughter, that we are so quick to share across the wide open web for all to see. Doesn't that make you wonder? Are those photos and posts just empty smiles and an outcry of hope for all to see?

There is a sense of longing that just won't go away. Current situations and guidelines have forced me to be less than myself, and that is unsettling. It's simply not okay. Like I'm being smothered in the weirdest kind of ways. I have a voice, so I sit here and I type and hope that you can hear me, hope that you see. Just what these times are doing to me.

This virus is more than a physical ailment, it's left everyone lost and afraid. Once upon a time, so proud and fearless. Lost together, like upon a ship whose anchor broke away. What happened to that feeling of strength? We've slowly lost it. Atleast, I feel this way.

It's tragic, you know? Watching older generations sit and pray for the youth and the dread they have for what is in store for our future. That Future will surely come. They wonder what could they have done differently and worry about what can be done. While sitting at their window, watching, waiting, hoping we will come. But they are scared also from the news and their shows. That's all they listen to, these days, alone. What more can they do. Fear keeps them locked away with nothing but a tv or radio to open up their day. Don't visit on holidays, no funerals, birthdays or gatherings. It's like a real Grinch story and they sit so lonely.

They tell us hospitals are overwhelmed, and what could be scarier than being stuck in quarantine alone? How do we fix this? How will things change? It just seems to get worse every single day.

People tell us things will go back to normal someday. Someday. SOMEDAY. I'm not sure what else to say. So I'll sit here and ponder, think. Like the crazy guy from The Shining staring at his typewriter and thinking, stuck, wondering at what next to say. Someday.