Lockdown of longing. Quarantine state of mind. Absences and abstract norms. Changed worlds and changed hearts.

In the depths of lockdown, and its subsequent de-escalation- no matter which- it lingers, loathes and lusts.

All the unsaid words that never left the spiralling conspirator that is the mind. Lost in late nights and little courage, leaving only room for lament

Alas

Quarantine, an abstinence of altercations. Seeking them through further fissures. Developing days into dissident dreams. The locality becoming the entertainment. The movement of another living being, or simply the existence of the city, a transcendental experience with no expiration. To watch, wishfully, awaiting those moments of connections. Where life could be explored in close contention once again.

The hum of the heartful isolation, awakening the search for stillness. Of simplicity sequenced into a sought desire.

A beauty in the bane