I look at the calendar and at the clock, I see some numbers, not a long time ago they used to guide ourselves, and put everything in control, but now, I don't see anything. All days are the same, the virus numbers keep growing and growing over time, what happened? Never in my life I thought I'd experience such a big historical moment, but here I am. Everything looks so different, it's not the same.
I keep trying to put myself on the line, sometimes it's easy, sometimes it's not. Deep inside I know we lost a whole year, a whole semester, and everything's so chaotic. My days are like this, no time to sleep, black coffee and long walks, whole nights spent awake, nothing to do beside my university obligations, but here I am.
Things will take a long time to heal, I know that. So many people dying, so many people suffering, I know I'm on the risk, as a hospital worker daughter I think about it all the time. I'm sorry for all people passing through this, I have to carry on and keep on going, time will not heal a lot of things, but life's like this, you can be surprised anytime, I know that. I'm ready, here I am.
Days are passing, year's running, time's going, days, days, days. A little piece of hope keeps on shining, don't let it efface. Time will surprise us and everything's will come back to usual, but we have to keep on fighting and believing, things take time, it won't last forever. Here we are.
