Weary

‘How are you?’ I hear, The question with which most conversations begin. ‘I’m tired’ I say, A whole thesaurus of words ready for when I’m feeling more creative. Exhuasted, run down, burnt out ‘Knackered’ as we say up north Spent, drained, shattered, weary. Weary of spending hours on end breathing through a fabric mask, Weary…

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Isolation

Each day starts pretty much the same. I lose track of the first time I wake up, back to sleep again and again until a call or a knock at the door finally rouses me from my state of semi-consciousnesses. I wonder how much I’d sleep if no one called or no one came. I…

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