My silence is deafening. I can't hear past the noise of my silent survival. My life is brief moments of color and conversation to break the emptiness in between.
Work. Sleep. Work. Sleep.
I don't even know what to do when I get free time. And no car. No visits. Emptiness. Silence. Random noises i don't choose to listen to.
I wear no mask when I'm at home, and yet, sometimes I feel like I'm suffocating in my own solitude.