It’s an illusion.
It’s an illusion that we are apart.
It’s an illusion that I am here, and you are there, and our hearts beat slower alone.
It’s an illusion that behind the screens we can hide from the sadness of our souls and share only the sunny parts.
I can cry onstage too.
I can cry on Zoom.
I can cry even when there is a bright smile on my face.
I can cry even when the tears refuse to make themselves known to the earth.
It’s an illusion that we are not who we really are, when we are rectangular,
When we need to navigate our interactions with buttons
When we need to mute and unmute ourselves, consciously
Unlike when we are in the same room together.
It’s an illusion that this is not real,
It’s an illusion that this ever is
We can be together even when we are apart
We can be apart even when we are together
It is in moments like this that I realize many things that used to matter do not matter anymore
And for good reason, and it will be fine to go forward like this
Because there is no way back anyway, and whatever life hands to us
We will take it like the champions that we don’t usually know ourselves to be
And take it for as long as life allows us to.
It’s an illusion that this will forever last
It’s an illusion that there will ever be an end