It's like a thunder when an idea cross your mind and send you tumbling to your laptop, hoping you'll catch at least the tail of the boom. So here's Disparage. An expression of a sudden wave of pandemic existence confusion.
Disparage.
Not to disparage, but am i going through a hard time or same old non pandemic years.
Not to disparage, but am i turning numb to the tribulations or same feelings so not feeling.
Not to disparage, but am i growing used to the changes or same routine so no gloating.
Not to disparage,
my own life or the world's crisis,
but I lay down, listen to the world, and fall into a state of eerie confusion,
what is going on?
Are we happy or grieving?
Or both, alternating in balance, too much to resist,
and like a pendulum, without resistance, slowly stops without realising.
When we're in a constant alternation,
do we stagnate like a river that doesn't flow?
When we're in a constant alternation,
