A Lost World
I am from loneliness.
I am from teddy bears,
from Build-a-Bear Workshops and cotton stuffing.
I am from the hillside top filled with luscious greenery and luxurious dining tables, from small backyards and large fences with no people around it.
I am from loneliness.
I am from the gray storm clouds of unhappiness, and the darkness of a never-ending night with no moon.
I am from being thrown in the air by my long-gone dad, and courage, from the constellation of my name
I am from loneliness.
I am from the Everything Will Be Okay philosophy, and the Nothing’s Wrong lie.
I am from “trust no one” to “everyone is your enemy”.
I’m from the ending of humanity and the time of tribulations.
I am from loneliness.
I’m from a dead Chicago with bread and cereal.
From the plague that devoured my mom to the brave sacrifice that stole the life of my father.
I am from loneliness.
I am from the journey to find my kidnapped brother. I am from one of the last humans on earth. I am the leftover of the only humanity in the universe.
I am from loneliness.
I am from my brain’s snapshots of people I will never see again, from the album of my memory that holds the love of many. I am the last leaf on the dying tree, I am the trunk that is staying put and will not fall, I am the branch that holds the heavy weight of sadness.
I am from loneliness.