“How are you feeling today?”
“Great.”
The subtleness of me, of you, of how we all quietly place ourselves in front of the world. We say hello. We ask how the other is, what they did today and the answers remain mundane. We keep our real thoughts buried. Maybe it’s an inability to express. Or maybe it’s just a mutual understanding that neither of us really care, we’re only here because business brings us here. Paranoia lingers and maybe it’s just my second skin now. But if compassion had been both ways, if we had allowed ourselves to sink into the shallow reefs of melancholy and built a ridge halfway to meet each other then maybe….maybe things could’ve been better.
But alas, I wish I knew.
I wish I could ask myself just this once
“How am I feeling today?”
…through the numbness of last night’s pills.
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