FOMO

I recently developed a condition

whereby I have a violent,

borderline jealous reaction

with practically everyone.

I gape, I stare, I fall silent.

Let me put before you a case I imagined.

Picture a seven year old skydiving

for the first time and becoming a legend.

My whole existence felt so much threatened

I was stabbed by the most excruciating pang

of jealousy at the pit of the stomach.

Now a ninety year old with Parkinson?

Stab to the heart. A sneer. Enough to choke.

Father of two, in a wheelchair? A mock.

Agony of the soul drilled by a tommy gun.

I think my fear of missing out

has gone to the next level

My soul wants to go all-out,

I want to make it all out,

I want to feel how they feel.

I want to feel every possible human emotion:

from the sharpest love to the dullest pain,

from dejected tenderness to tender rejection.

I would like to be everything and everyone.

I would like to die and to live and to die again.