I MISS PEOPLE
How hard it is to want something else when you want everything to go back on track.
I MISS PEOPLE.
I miss touching clothes in real life, not on the computer screen.
I miss the simplest conversation with a friend met in the city, not a meter away wearing masks, but the offer ‘Have half an hour? Why don’t we go for coffee?’ after a warm hug.
The city is so dead.
It’s like the biggest shot you’ve seen in the cinema when you have an innocent thought ‘I want you all to disappear. I’m fed up…’ And here you are, the main character of the movie.
I miss the sun.
I miss faces because we still haven’t learned how to communicate with our eyes only.
Someone surrounded himself with silence and went to the countryside. Walks around the woods every day, walks his ‘wolf’ and creates strategies. Someone wanders away to the seaside, breathes fresh air in, but the anxiety won’t go anywhere. Someone sits in a small loft with praying hands painted on the outside wall, putting two more looking at the sky and praying to God that everything would go back to normal soon. Someone watches movies, reads books, orders, sometimes cries, cooks and waits… Waits for SPRING
I MISS THEM.
If you only knew how much I’ll appreciate being TOGETHER from now on. Together with friends, loved ones, strangers, doing various things in real life, not through a computer screen.
If you only knew how much I’m looking forward to that ‘mask-off’ time when we’ll see each other only through our ‘created’ social masks. Or maybe they won’t be there? Maybe this period taught us all to look at everything simpler, to love harder, to smile more, to hug more firmly. Maybe we’re going to appreciate each other, the work we have, our travels, new opportunities more now?
OH, HOW DO I MISS YOU, DEAR LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!
P.S. Quarantine is not over yet. Let’s stay strong. Stay at home and dream a lot. Let’s create, visualize and still have another drop of patience. Now is probably a very vulnerable time when we can ‘break’, but we are strong, there is a force within us that can overthrow the mountains.
Photo by Marius Kasperas