10,093 Miles
Photo: Taken by Brenda Nieves I look into the space and find myself jumping into memories. It feels like a dance I’ve danced before... ...a song I’ve heard before... ...a love I’ve felt before. Such a crazy time to be alive. 10 months ago we were thanking god that we were here and now we dread the start of a new day. A day that is almost prison like with a routine that chips away at what was once our happiness. I can’t say, “where life has taken us” because the truth is this IS NOT LIFE. This isn’t a decision made by our own free will. This is the road left with no choice. Where this illness has taken us is dark. I’m cold and have forgotten what your warmth feels like. What you taste like. What you smell like. What you sound like. Things don’t seem right. Soon enough everything will feel like a dream, as if what happened was just my imagination running wild, where this sickness decided to just grab me by my heart rip it to shreds and say, “time to be exile...