Monday, June 22, 2020

Silence...

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.