Afternoon and I dawdle about in my room
all this time that I gotta kill, ill equipped, counting minutes, waiting.
There's a poem here somewhere, a moral of the story perhaps but I'm not inside an Aesop fable, I'm in the middle of a very real crisis, or rather on the fringes of one now that I have flown out of the sphere of pandemic.
Can I say a phew!
Everyday was living for survival. How did that happen to happen?
How long have I stayed cooped up inside a house, one house after another to be precise followed finally by staying within a room and what I will give to be without, but alright, 11 days as we say and today is near gone.
11 more days to stay toasted within your virtual embrace. Cue the sad music because what am I if not sappier than a gum tree.
Say one thing about my heart say it beats in parallel only for you.
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