Who are you if no one can see you? You walk into a room and no one gives a shhh it. You might as well be a ghost! Invisible! Continue reading “Is it a ghost?”
What would you do?
While in medical school we take an Ethics class but we definitely don’t think we ever have to put it into practice. I feel terrible for my colleagues in Italy who were put against a wall. They had to choose who to intubate because there was only one ventilator left. The 23 year old med student or the 52 year old professor? Who would you choose and why?
This pandemic has put so many rules in place that seem to go against the Hippocratic oath we took upon graduation. Continue reading “What would you do?”
The Glue that didn’t stick.
Crises
Cohesion?
Dispersion?
You and I
We
Now just me
No more us
What happened to the plus?
Now only a minus!
Decreasing
Ending
Coming to a halt
It wasn’t social isolation but your mere neglection of my emotions, my feelings and your dealings as if you were one. I guess we are done but perhaps we never got started.
I will always care for you,think fond thoughts of you although I know I’m not even a thought in your mind. You are purely cohered in yourself and I and I was just a mere distraction in your life.
Sincerely Guady G
Chin up mi gente aka my people. Crises brings to light the keepers from those that need to be taken by the street sweepers. Tomorrow is another day with new opportunities. Social isolation may be in place and while others can make light of your emotions please never ever neglect what you know you deserve. Your happiness is important because you matter. I love you all. Muah. Hugs from Brooklyn.
D is co n nect ed
My dearest Avid Reader aka Avid
Today a co-worker called out and there was a typo. It read Avid and of course I thought of you. Yes after all these blogs.
It’s been years since we last exchanged letters, words and exclamation points. If I must be honest I miss how often you commented. It was with sophisticated prose more wondrous than any rose.
Your written stanzas are forever embedded in my cerebral cortex. Your words so exuberant, they still cause a rise in my neurotransmitters. They still wow me.
Your daily poetic messages were like tender caresses. Those innuendos and those read in between the lines still cause me to hyperventilate. You always knew that.
I wonder if you are still reading my work after it goes to your inbox. Are you holding back commenting? Did you lose interest in my words and in my thoughts? Where are you?
I miss you, even if you might just be conjured up. Are you hiding that part of yourself that only I knew? Sometimes I think you only existed in my limbic system.
I’m a writer and a reader. You were my muse. You were my avid reader. You inspired me to go deep within myself and write and write and write.
Were you real? Were our exchanges truly intertwined? Now the consonants and vowels hold such a disconnect. You left, I write but with my muse gone it doesn’t feel right. No matter the time, no matter the distance you shall always be my Avid.
Sincerely Guady G
Hugs from Brooklyn
Keep safe everyone.
Sending good vibes
Thoughts
Be safe everyone. Love you all.
Guady G
Fluidity 