That’s it.. My Phone carries the news

by Everlasting   Apr 16, 2020

It’s been a while...
my eyes have gotten used to seeing
After all, it’s their purpose,
to see, that is.

but there was a time
when my eyes felt the air outside:

—- the gentle breeze
—- without seeing the trees move an inch
—- my eyes just felt

And I felt that I could see
THAT which could not be seen,
The breeze, that is.

It felt real.

Yet lately, all I do is see the news on my phone.
The numbers of infected people increasing.
the struggle NY is facing. The stress people feel.
The frustration and the need for blaming
one another for the loss of those who lost the battle against a virus. That’s all I do, SEE.
But you see, by seeing all this via my phone,
I am seeing a breeze uproot trees
but it is like I am not feeling it.

It feels unreal.


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  • 2 months ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    The beauty of eyes not just seeing, but feeling everything, there's a certain vitality in that, a spirit carried forward. And now, we can't help help see and absorb the stress and sadness of something so universal. It's like, can we get a break for a minute? Because all that is front of us is pain and trying to understand and come to find peace.

    The depth in those final lines guts me. Glad to see you posted, though it's in the seeing and all the uncertainty and coming to terms with reality... Keep hanging in there, Luce <3

  • 2 months ago

    by Star

    It does feel unreal :(

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