Friend, thank you for asking.
But I never know how to answer that.
I dread that question, to be honest.
Can I just ignore it?
But you’re waiting.
What are you expecting?
Can I tell you that I’m climbing my way out of a deep abysmal pit?
Would you understand me when I say I feel like I’m drowning and barely breathing?
Can you comprehend how difficult it is for me to get through the day, everyday?
Would you get me when I tell you it’s hard to keep this mask on?
You would ask “Why?”
You would ask “What happened?”
You would get confused when I say “Nothing.”
‘Cause really, how do I even explain EVERYTHING?
You would probe until you get frustrated.
Or maybe tell me those cliches I always tell myself.
“You’ll get through this.”
“You’ll be fine.”
“Everything will work out.”
Oh my dear friend, I can’t go through that conversation today.
I’ve been through it so many times.
Today, just like any other day, I’ll answer the same thing.