How swiftly things change.
Like the sun rising in an instant,
Like a baby crying as it sees the light of day
Like a plant browning when it yearns for water.
Things change and then they change again
To the facade of normalcy
Of the conventional
Oh, when will we crave the unknown,
and the subtle,
and the silence between words?
We post our trophies and call ourselves humble
We speak of mindfulness and don't mind our own business
We yearn for success but don't ever wonder what it truly is for us.
Our book of face bears no face at all,
And our instagram only lives for an instant
And our small talks are hardly ever more than... small.
If I lost you, it is okay.
I lost myself in the chase of my own festival:
Where I can be seen
And cared for
And never alone
Oh, never alone.
But now I know, that I don't know a thing.
And that when one is seen -
It doesn't mean they aren't alone
And when one is unseen -
It doesn't mean that they are.
It truly is simple - this story of life.
We make it more than what it is, because it is a wonder we cannot understand
A magic that we'll never know the trick of.
So we craft,
And convince others of our sanity
But all we know for sure is NOTHING
And all we ever go to is NOWHERE
And that's okay.
Because it can't be anything else.
In April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling.
Header Art: Daniel Landerman