Dear littles,
I can’t believe I’m writing you this
Because I simply can’t believe I’m living through this.
This year and a half has been a battle for us all
Masking, protests, vaccines, and lockdowns
families stranded in their homes
Nothing left to do but cook, clean,
and start drinking at 10 o’clock in the morning.
The world slowed down for a brief moment
all eyes focused on the same horizon,
and all bodies packed into the same boat;
A sinking one.
In a time we needed to come together
we were most divided
While some were struggling to plug the holes
others were stabbing them open right in front of our eyes
Letting the water seep in
just to see what would happen next.
Although it seems like we were coming close to our destination,
We’re not quite there yet.
There are still miles to go,
filled with deceased beings and vacant restaurants.
But don’t lose sight,
We will continue our repair and eventually,
We will reach the shore in one piece.
Eventually,
I will get this letter to you.
