Good Night, Boomers
Your fear of us and of this makes a wall. If you had no fear, there wouldn’t be a wall. We would be close, like red and white blood cells. As long as you fear this, nothing I say and nothing we do will get through it. Which means you’ll never know I love you the way we might without the wall between us. They don’t believe in the wall. Do you wonder? How all of it is a collective loss. A waste of the time left. With the small comfort that time’s not real.