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Quarantined

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.

Quarantined

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