i wake up thirsty and i think of palestine. i go to the doctor’s office and i think of palestine. a sign in the corner of the waiting room says ‘this is a place of healing, disruptive behavior will not be tolerated’ and i think of palestine. they probably weren’t thinking of bombs and snipers and mass graves in parking lots. i call my parents and i think of palestine. i drive to the grocery store and i think of palestine. i look at the clear blue sky and i think of palestine. i put the dishes away and i think of palestine. i feed my cat and i think of palestine. i listen to music and i think of palestine. i read poetry and i think of palestine. i text my friends and i think of palestine. i think of palestine and i think of palestine and i think of palestine
Honestly even though I'm acting like normal, I haven't been the same since my family died. Every day, in the middle of doing anything, watching videos, petting my cats, eating, talking, anything, I suddenly get an image of them in my head and I remember that they've been killed and I see my uncle's face and remember that I can't talk to him or any of them again and I think of my surviving family and if they're eating or where they're sleeping. Are they hungry? Are they sleeping on the ground? When was the last time they had a shower? Do they smile? What do they think?
And I just cry. I pretend I'm coping but I am not.