7 weeks at home

The days have begun to blend. 

I am not me

Yet I am

I have much to say

Lost in the chorus

Is it?

or am I?

I am disconnected

but never alone

I whisper to the Moon

She hears, She watches

I am tired

Sleep is thick and short

No rest

Days weigh heavy

Chaotic monotony

Deafening silence

Look through the screen

Dead energy