White grass and green skies. Blue mountains and brown oceans. A yellow cherry blossom tree.
Once known becomes unknown.
The only thing that my eyes remember is the beige blanket on your couch. You snuggled up in it after long shifts, falling asleep, while the world changed.
We didn’t realize it. We didn’t see it.
We were cuddled up under a blanket. It felt warm and safe.
The world changed. And now we can’t recognize it.
Your eyes froze, mine burned.
We lost the known and entered the unknown.
One step after the other. One foot in front of the other.
You know, when everything is unknown, you can push the restart button with full force.

Want to restart?

Where? How?
I don’t know but all we can do is try, right?
Isn’t it funny how we thought that we knew what tomorrow would look like?
Isn’t it funny how we thought we could stay all cuddled up under a warm blanket?
Isn’t it funny how we thought that a perfect moment would come to get out?
Isn’t it ironic? Because all we knew was this blanket. Though, we didn’t even really know this because we weren’t even sure about its fabric.

Want to restart?

Every day, every day we wake up is an opportunity to restart.
We can plan, make lists and timetables, but what tomorrow holds for us is the unknown.
With blind eyes, we enter an unknown world. Every day.
We never wanted to see this, we had our work, routine, fully planned days. We had our beige blanket, a comfort zone that ripped away our sense of direction when leaving it.
It scared us, so we stayed.