Hollywood is Bleeding

 Post Malone. In the corner of his house or wherever, wrote an iconic Post song. I honestly don’t know what was going on in his mind, or what feelings he was experiencing but when he said ‘Hollywood’s Bleeding but we call it home,’ he struck a chord. I don’t know about you but everything has been a rollercoaster lately, and the sad thing is I cant get off, scratch that, no one can get off. We just have to sit tight until all this is over, if it’ll be over.

What started small has grown so significantly and grabbed the world by the balls. Im not usually vulgar, pardon my French. My mind is having a tough time to navigate everything, its consequences and fear, panic and anxiety are not helping. 

This is global war, against a common enemy and the sad part is we, with all our intelligence, have to accept that we have lost, at least for a season. This is something that we have never experienced before; we are being told, somewhat forced, to do something that I learned in pre-grade, because that’s the only means of survival. The very essence of humanity is also being taken away: if you have it, this will help you from transmitting, and if you don’t have it, this will keep you from getting it. What do I do now? all the jokes about being a burrito, about being the first one to leave parties because I preferred to be home alone are no longer funny.

Introverts, I get that being home is your cup of tea, but this is not the time.

Some friendships that were only starting have to be cut short, people are leaving without the hope of seeing each other again and it’s so heart-breaking. 

What must I do without humans? What must I do with a house full of inanimate things? This feels like solitary confinement!

Schools and workplaces are shutting down, no more essentials in the stores, the streets are empty… Times Square never looked so lonely and deserted.

I know people who are holding tightly to their chairs because they cannot go home; they just don’t have working relationships with their families.

“Id rather die here than be quarantined alone with my mum!’

As sad as all this may sound, this is reality and its heart-breaking.

I am numb, I am devoid of any feeling. Maybe this is me being hopeful and optimist or rather being in denial? I just know that all this is so hard to wrap my mind around.

We cannot sing from the rooftops, neither can we join hands in solidarity (uh huh, no handshakes), but something connects us: hope. That even when we don’t know how all this will end, how many lives will be lost, we are hopeful that brighter and better days are coming.

Someone asked me if there was any silver lining to all this and I almost laughed. Im so sure there is seemingly no silver lining. But maybe I am just blind. I sincerely hope there is. I sincerely hope all this has taught us something: