So happy/sad/confused...

It's as if we're sitting under a moon-lit sky, full of inky stars and cloudy swirls that we can't really see. As if we're watching everything go by slowly, taking it's time, simply because it can. As if we're just... here for once.

As if that's enough.

But at the same time, it's as if we're watching people die everyday. People we were close to, too. People we loved. As if we're watching them die, slowly, taking their time, simply because they can. And if that's not enough, we have to keep on watching it, everyday. Every second. Every moment.

And our heart won't stop for them.

It can't.

But in reality, we're just here. We don't know where it is, neither one of us. But we know it exists, probably, and that's okay. And we just... stay here, because it's easy and simply and comfortable. Because it doesn't burn as much. Or if it does, we're used to it now. And maybe it hasn't even stopped burning any less, but we've accepted it.

And so we're just... we're just here and we're okay with that.

But that moon-lit sky makes everything more than okay. It makes everything excellent.

And then we're watching it comfortably, excitingly, while our eyes light up from the backs of themselves, by the tiny pin-point stars scattered around the sky precariously.

And we're just like, "Wow."

Wow, because it's absolutely amazing.

And then... then it all falls and we're watching people die. And they're dying, crying for help, and we can't do anything about it. And we're terrified, because we can't fall asleep, and if we could, they're dying faces, all contorted and in pain, would haunt our dreams.

So we have to cover our eyes.

But, our hands! They're just... stuck. We're stuck.

So far apart, so close together.

Talking, but not really talking.

Yeah.

We're smiling, but we're not really smiling.

We don't really mean it.

We can't anymore.