Stuck Inside
The tiny room inside my head, a place for escape. A homey normality that does little but to shelter and contain. The more I stay and suck in the warmth of the fire the more I lose everything. The cozy safety works well to consume me, I’m positive I shouldn’t let it. The death of good lives here, as I do, but not always. hopefully.
Stuck Inside.
Why can’t you go outside?
Stuck Inside.
What pandemic is stopping you this time?