As the morning sun rises, it does not shine over me. I can’t function when everything goes awry. The best choice today is to not leave I miss my friends laughing and talking. I miss singing and dancing on stage. My brain is incessantly whining to seek shelter from my redundant rain. For these next months, weeks, days and nights, I pester myself and ponder my worth, if my existence and alleged right even exists for me, first. And then I remember Descartes, whose teachings I’ve somewhat forgot Je suis parce que je pense, Et parce que je suis, j’ai de l’importance.