The Human Condition
Written in early 2020
She creates comfort, the warmth of being oneself that he can surrender to. He can flip the switch and they can settle back into pattern, creating the same wave. She is an easy formula.
He is frozen in time. Hasn’t grown since that last night and it’s unforgivable, at this point. If time seals wounds, his clock ticks slower. If minds are still elastic, this one stretches until it snaps — too much pressure, too soon, every time.
She believes in the world. Everything is real and so nothing really is, and when she aimlessly wanders into hurricanes, this fact will make it okay. It’s the path she chose, so it was her decision. See, if she can map her way into it, the route back home seems forgiving.
Carelessness is a disease that silently screams; they don’t know why they are bleeding, and they don’t try to understand it. The human condition persists, and it
a very cyclical thing.