Between the couch and the computer, that's where she lives. Midst depression, anxiety and a hand grasping on to life or is it the pen?Scrolling through the social media buzz to find anything and anyone to relate to. The pandemic has left everybody stranded. The lonely island can't provide what she need.
"What do I truly need?" The heart asks, not with words but with an ache of untangled emotions.
We have to set perfection free, let her appear where she wants to. There are reasons why she glides tall above our heads. And it was never our place to see what she sees.