A morning run; a promise kept. The world, in these silent times, is different. Resurgent, perhaps?
From within the dystopian world we live, I find myself dreaming of a better future.
Onyx reporting for duty. I guess I should start by giving some sort of apology for my absence, but I think we have established by now that I am not one for keeping up with routines. You can say I am unpredictable, I call it being lazy. It seems the country and half the world … Continue reading DAY 12 [Onyx] [LOCKDOWN]
More time passes in lockdown. I become all-too-familiar with the world around me. I break it up, where I can, with exercise.
Maintaing the spirit in Lockdown, a sense of cautions optimism is founf in the darkenss of the night.
Establishing the boundaries of our new lives we concentrate on what we can. Answers don't exist for the question we all ask: when will this end?
We've shut ourselves down. What does this mean? I try to keep my mind quiet, my anxiety at bay; pacified. I don't always win. None of us do.
Even on the days of rest, rest never comes. Life needs upkeep. And the kids wouldn’t let me rest, anyway.
I can’t look away. I can’t not see it. My mind won’t relax. I must tidy.
In the silence of the empty life, the heart and mind yearn to find fulfilment. They know what they want, but they can only ask for what they know.