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I Still Think of You
And how might your view look from above
“What’s selfish is to demand another to endure an intolerable existence, just to spare families, friends, and enemies a bit of soul-searching.”
― David Mitchell
I stare up toward the night’s sky and see the winking of one twinkling star, amid the rest of the stars that are ordinary in comparison to the one I see. Is that you winking at me — the way you used to — when you were down here on my side of the world, holding my hand as I gazed unto the sky whilst you gazed unto my soul with just one eye, the other closing itself into a wink?
I wonder what the view is like up there and if you’re seeing the Earth come alive after having recovered partially while humankind was put on hold during the mandated closures. Or are you now only seeing man fight man, emerging from the holes they were forced into due to this tiny little bug we call corona, full of angst and fear and wrath and envy?
Tell me, what do you see? What do you see up there?
Do you have hope for us humans, with such an objective view, seeing the whole picture now? Above us, not in the middle of us? Do you fear for us? For our future? Do you already know the future, perchance?
