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.