The Great Expanse

How will you remember me when I’m 13 billion light-years from you?
Look at all the darkness I’m peering through.
Now the light is fleeing too.
The great expanse of all you do.

© Delia Ross. 2020

The pandemic is getting worse. So too my depression, hopelessness, anxiety, isolation, paranoia. Got the psyche on redial. Just gonna keep writing. Dying. Feel every fucking second like a cross.


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  1. Absolutely, keep writing. There is something quite amazing in the process of expressing yourself–almost as if any sense of dying, of losing this life completely, becomes subsumed under the far greater impetus to share, to speak, to be heard. The darkness is one thing, and yes it can be compelling. But expressing it is important and even–however odd it may sound–life affirming. Keep writing. Keep sharing.

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