When Will My Life Begin Again?

I can’t remember the last time I went outside. I mean went outside to enjoy the fresh air, the smell of the grass, the people around me, just the world itself.

All my days seem to run into one another, and I don’t know where one ends and where the other begins. All I know is that it’s more of the same, quarantined in this room, waiting for it to be over.

But it doesn’t seem like it will end. Another wave is coming and there’s no way to stop it. Well, there is a way, but no one wants to do it.  

Thus I sit here, day in and day out, wondering, waiting, hoping.  

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