Both my parents have cancer
Feels like I’ve been living the same year all over again. Same plot, different characters. Same tragedy, different receiver. Same feelings, different intensity. Same pain, different outcomes. And while the same story is repeating itself, the previous one is still playing. Like a twisted episode of Black Mirror. The tragedy mirrors itself. We look in the mirror and there are two different people there, living the same problems separately but identically, waiting to see what happens to one another. Watching one tragedy unfold through their eyes while living a tragedy through their own sense of self. Feels like it’ll never end but if it ends, how will it end? To whom? Both? None? Good? Bad? Good and bad? Good and good? Bad and bad? OR bad and worse? How, when, where and to whom?