Recently, I’ve been experiencing this feeling—the feeling of staying behind. When you’ve been standing in the same place for some time now, seeing everyone else moving forward, fast or slow enough, they’re moving.
When a tragic event turns your life upside down. What are you supposed to do? Nobody taught me how to cope with this situation. Nobody seems to even know.
Locked in this hotel room, with indefinite hosting. I write with these four walls around me, I’m so used to them, as if I’d never do anything else than remain here. It has a balcony, from there I can see the future, even though it’s far away from here. Everyone walks in a continuous present, yet I’m still here. I could jump, but I won’t fly. Just here, hoping someday I’ll make it out. Hoping someday I’ll catch up with everybody, and then grow together.