i think on some level we all remember
though obviously some of us do more than others
and the way it manifests differs too
but there’s a seed in the pit of our consciousness
when we think of a time we weren’t necessarily comfortable
when we lived in that wasteland with everybody else
playing games in our own heads to pass the time
to try to ignore the pain of hunger
when we knew that there were others just like us
going through the same thing
but there was no comfort in solidarity.
but when your voice goes through my head
and you say the things that make me think you might remember it too
i feel it for the first time,
that comfort
and that seed can sprout
and i can finally cry