Bring back the concerts….

We tell ourselves some day this will be over

We look in the mirror and wonder if this can be reality

Is it a nightmare we just can’t seem to awaken from?

It’s past that point of no return

This is affecting every part of the normal we once knew

We find new hobbies to take the place of ‘normal’

Whatever that even is

But no amount of hiking in any of the 50 states is taking the place of that which is my true love

Concerts. My happy place.

Day after day, I hope, but my hope is fading

What was a concert?

It was my drug of choice, the one thing that made work and the entire world make sense to me

And nothing makes sense

It was taken intravenously, I was a junkie

There are no more withdrawals

No more shakes or cold sweats

Only Work. Social distance. Sleep. Repeat.

“Bring back the concerts” I whisper the words, feeling selfish, exhausted, angry, defeated and disheartened.

Will they ever come back?