Is everything right?

Let's start off with a short pandemic poem...
The modern world is a global, interconnected machine.
A place our ancesters could've only dreamed.
The price for this AMAZING world we weaved is pandemic.
The result of globalization, that intricate structre polemic.

Is everything right?...
I'm in the music room, it's 1:30 AM, one wall is all windows. It's a near cloudless morning with a waxing moon.
I'm feeling totally down - my worries are borrowed but they loom enourmous and unsolveable, untouchable.
I have friends who's parents are starting to worry about money and even where they're going to get food.
Other friends are mourning memories they'll never have - like proms and those years dreamed of, hard earned graduation celebrations with family.
This empathy has firmly gripped me, I feel vaguely naucious and on the edge of crying.
Has ANYTHING gone right this whole crummy year? Anything?
My brother steps up, "you look happy" he says.
I lean toward him, then on him.
Me: "I'm baby"
Brother: *gives me the huge hug* and usless, soothing words.
I lose it.

I can’t wait to hug ALL my friends again.

I go to bed at 11:30 one night and my mom comes in my room to take my temperature.
Me: "Really"??

As I'm walking, *Phone rings* *I look at the Face-Time caller* "EEUWW!", I say. (lets not rekindle a toxic friendship).

Brother: "Why do YOU have to shelter in place? You have pretty flattened curves already."
Me: "You're SO LUCKY not to have friends" *batting my eyes at him fiercely*.

If you're going CrAzy, in lockdown, it's probably caused by you indoor-phins.
That feeling when (TFW) you smile 'cause you aren't missing anything - `cause nothing's going on - anywhere.

Am I more upset about the global pandemic or Tom Brady leaving the Patriots? "hhmm". Tough choice.
My brother is starting to look like Thor, in Endgame - playing video games in his bathrobe and all depressed.
My brother: "Is my life all but over?", he says.
Me: "Oh, your life was over way before this", I reassure him.

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