A Hand Inside The Rabbit Hole
I think you’re dreaming.
Wake up, now. Before it’s too late and the sun sets on what was to be a beautiful day.
I think you’re dreaming. It should bring you comfort that the world welcomes your existence, but you sleep on, unbothered by the impending disaster, and continue as if life carries on without you.
I just want to let you know it doesn’t. They lied. Life stops without you. It comes to a screeching halt, and why shouldn’t it? You have been one of its most vehement proponents.
Always nibbling at its moments of intrigue, and engulfing yourself in its sunsets.
Why should it not remember your excitement and lust for life? It owes you nothing but is prepared to stop for you. Not for long though. Life cannot wait for long. It has to continue eventually; it stops just enough so you can breathe.
And breathe you must. Those dark clouds that hover over you, that claim the room for your sunshine, they will have to move on. You need to wake up, I still think you’re dreaming. But that is a nightmare, so you need to keep fighting. Even when you are too tired, wake up.
If you do not, you will stay in this nightmare for a while, it is an engulfing one, I know it. I have seen it in many faces. It is an uncompromising state, ripping the very life from your grasp and watching you wither into an unsettling oblivion where you remain but a shell of you who you were.
Wake up, please. I know it’s not easy. I know my words might be in vain. But wake up. Raise your hand, and I promise I will reach out.
Life is waiting for you, just as I. You have enough time to find your feet, and create yourself in every sunrise that comes. I do not want to be cheesy but your life is still worth living. We will recreate it in the morning together, my friend. And every morning after that. Let this not be the last song we sing together; may we bellow into the night and find community again in the morning as we speak life into every activity and wine fills these cups of ours.
Wake up. I promise you things will be fine. Not today, not tomorrow but eventually. One day at a time this puzzle will make sense, and of it we will make a beautiful collage of all our experiences and ideas.
Wake up so we can dance, so life can see that even when it feels heavy on our shoulders, we will rest but it will soon see us full of its essence once more,
…and once more every single time.
