More time passes in lockdown. I become all-too-familiar with the world around me. I break it up, where I can, with exercise.
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.
A faded hope matches the mood of a dull morning commute.
A silent need, unspoken even to myself, fills my thoughts as I drift to sleep.