Fleeting

Reflections on the process of living through a day

I don’t want to overdo it,

This is nothing special.

My feelings are dull,

Sometimes.

Our movements are slow,

Imperfect.

My brain and I,

Unconnected.

My ocean has run dry,

Lips chapped after the balm.

I was running around in circles and yet,

Nothing feels complete.

Are the skies always this pink?

I must have been sleeping through it this whole time.

Caught up in a daze,

Nowhere to call home.

Not even my head feels the same anymore,

In the midst of a quasi-recovery.

I’m not broken,

No need to be fixed.

Just laugh,

Smile a bit more at least.

Get out of bed,

Find a friend somewhere.

Somehow,

Whatever will work for now is enough.

Today,

That’s the end till I begin again.

 

Words by Jaiimeeta Magandram

Photography by Leilani Maldari

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