Another morning in quarantine and I'm at a loss for activities.
Not that there aren't any but that they are limited and during these morning times when you want nothing much to do except maybe have a serene moment with your cup of tea while staring out into nothing there are few options.
I don't want to stare around my room anymore while reflecting on the absurdities of life.
I do not understand my body. I do not know why it would want to sweat while I sleep. I don't understand why I wake up with a sweaty scalp and my hair stuck on my cheeks from the sweat. As people go I feel more comfortable in winter months than summer.
Drinking some premix coffee and wondering who actually came up with this vile stuff.
I've installed a mug of water in a corner of my room hoping that it would supply some much needed moisture to my absolutely arid room.
Listening to some morning raga's in the hope that it exorcises all the negative and stale energies from yesterday to bring forth a new reign of hope and positivity.
Not that I'm Negative mind you. Just that it has all started to feel a bit dull and I'm trying I really am to keep myself from not coming to terms with the fact that I do not enjoy this solitary moment of confinement and bad food. But it's all for the greater good and that I keep in my heart and the only motivation to trudge on.
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