I don't want to worry about the world. I just want to be sad; for me, for you, for us. I don't want to thank the heavens for my luck. I just want to mourn; because of change, because of destruction, because of absence. I don't want to be wise and thoughtful. I just want to feel: the tightness in my chest, my heavy head, my aching bones. I don't want to do anything productive. I just want to feel: the essence of the moment, the passage of time, my own mortality. I don't want this to last forever. I just want to be here now; not there, not in the future, not in the past. Just here. Being overwhelmed.