Another day
of isolation inside of isolation. It is grim and no end in sight. I got teary
and deeply sad from the thoughts to the losses in many different ways. I feel
for the human loss and the animals, insects, birds, brush and trees. Gray landscapes
of the end of dreams. I suppose I will allow myself to sit and stare at TV again.
The paper journal glares at me and waits for my pen to say something about how
I’m living my life.
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