by Virginia Stevens
Every day is roughly the same:
“Stop asking questions about the meal I’m preparing!”
“Who are you to criticize what is right?”
“Watch the news! Stay informed!”
“Did you see . . . ? That was hilarious.”
I cannot see the light at this exact moment; and every word brings me further away. The idea of the Void, or boundless darkness, doesn’t seem so bad—vibrating in space at a frequency, which fills my spirit—until it shines brighter than a thousand Suns. In as much as there is only one Earth, the incentive to find common interests is imperative. Maybe we should ask the dogs if they have any thoughts about the aforementioned. Or, the animals in the Amazon, running from the fire.
“There’s always time, until there isn’t.”