I don’t Know

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May 19, 2026

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I don’t know

The sun shone every day; clouds of funny and erratic shapes floated in the sky and went away. There were a few birds that flew by, mostly dull, grey pigeons. How many were there? I don’t know. The rays of the divine sun did come through my window and into my room, as if the hands of God guiding me to look up. But the hands did not reach my face to turn it towards the sky; they only illuminated and did not brighten. Why did it not lift me up? I don’t know.

It is said that an aimless man always drowns in pleasure. I wake up foggy, a vial of laziness and endless stillness shrouding over my head. I have promises to keep, bricks of my future to forge and then carry to build. But my hand does not lift and nor do my feet move. Why? I don’t know.

I say that I am a reader, and I am. I read for days, hundreds of pages, books in weeks. Yet I can’t act scholarly, nor do my ways show it. I cannot be calm in tension, nor a stone in a flood. Why? I don’t know.

What are roses, if only flowers, if not given out of love?

What are words, if only combinations of letters, if not able to move you?

What are ships, if only floating metal and wood, if not able to explore and sail?

What is one, if only another person, if not able to walk through the I don’t know?

It took me fifty hands and fortnights to get me out and finally see the erratic shapes with my own eyes. Against the backdrop of the beautiful, blue and purple sky — that small moment of light surviving despite the well-known, inevitable end — I realized that my life had shrunk into I don’t know.

And that brightened my day.