The run of emotions has been plenty during this time.
The same face every day can be a blessing or a burden.
Personal space seems smaller.
The outdoors seems more wonderous.
Breaths are deeper, but for those who can adapt, please don't confuse them for sighs.
The sound of purrs and pants bring comfort.
Meditation comes by accident.
Expectations are lowered, but letdown feels magnified.
Alcohol seems to have less effect. despite the increased quantities.
Beauty shines.
Ugliness appears like Medusa, halting time, and our ability to escape it.
Complaints brought on by one's self are telling.
Empathy warms the heart.
Days move by quicker, often with us forgetting their names.
Children's laugher, while less frequent, echoes within.
For those of us who are alone, meals feel like a friend. How we treat them is reciprocated.
Evening thoughts feel different.
All the plans we made yesterday cease to be relevant today.
What once felt surreal has become normal.
What will normal be after ten, twelve, or fourteen weeks?
The same face every day can be a blessing or a burden.
Personal space seems smaller.
The outdoors seems more wonderous.
Breaths are deeper, but for those who can adapt, please don't confuse them for sighs.
The sound of purrs and pants bring comfort.
Meditation comes by accident.
Expectations are lowered, but letdown feels magnified.
Alcohol seems to have less effect. despite the increased quantities.
Beauty shines.
Ugliness appears like Medusa, halting time, and our ability to escape it.
Complaints brought on by one's self are telling.
Empathy warms the heart.
Days move by quicker, often with us forgetting their names.
Children's laugher, while less frequent, echoes within.
For those of us who are alone, meals feel like a friend. How we treat them is reciprocated.
Evening thoughts feel different.
All the plans we made yesterday cease to be relevant today.
What once felt surreal has become normal.
What will normal be after ten, twelve, or fourteen weeks?
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