Lately I’ve been thinking that this might be the end of the world.
I’ve heard it so much I can’t ignore it anymore. My mind can only pretend for so long before it starts letting in other people’s imagined fears and calling them my own.
Lately I’ve been thinking about what it would be like to get in a car and drive until I reached the end of whatever line I’m not allowed to cross. Maybe I would discover the cliff where we drop off in an ocean of stars, a galaxy of water where we all sound the same.
Lately I’ve been thinking that we all look the same when we’re afraid. I’ve also been thinking that we look the same when we’re happy, but it seems like we’re not feeling that all that much anymore.
Lately I’ve been thinking that we’re all very much the same. We all want to feel the pull of love and the push of acceptance. We all want the same things. I guess we all just have very different ways of getting there.
Lately I’ve been thinking that if this really is the end of the world, at least we’re all in it together.