We're in bumpy times, we're on a
plane and we don't know where
we're heading because it's being
shaken too much to hear anything
besides the screams of people
trying to handle what they can and
cannot control. We all want to be
on the ground but we're afraid to
land because we're flying over the
infinite sea. We're told one thing
and then another. We just want
answers but we're left asking more
questions. It could be night or day
but nothing is certain. We need
silence to process but it cannot be
done with everyone speaking and
no one listening. We wonder so
many things all at once and the
ones who are thinking, try to speak
but are yelled at for having a point
that should be listened to. We have
our hands in our laps. Some are
praying, others are speaking to
keep themselves calm, a few are
looking around wondering how we
got in this situation.
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