How can I tell him that there is no future when he has already spent all his life drawing it? How can I tell him that there is only now? How can I tell him without screaming and making him upset? How can I just be without isolating myself?
How can I isolate myself when he can't see? How can I see and not try to make him see? How can I be if he can know me only after my time? How can I care that people read but do not try to see?
How can I explain when all I have are my papers? How can I write what I see without him getting my words, but forgetting that the only reason I am writing is for him to see?
To be continued.
Words by Yassa Isaac. Follow the journey at @theofficialananas
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