Does it feel like for anyone else that someone opened Pandora’s box in 2020 and everything flew out? Like we should put everything in a box having to do with 2020 and just push it off a cliff and start over?
Well, to me it has. It feels like I’m boxing up emotions, old memories and shipping them out.
Because despite what they will say about 2020, hope was still left in that box.
I see it on people’s faces during the protests. I see it in people’s eyes, above their masks.
It’s there. All you have to do is look for it.