isolation

Day 32 of self-isolation.

I am dreading yet another day of zero inspiration.

I get up only to crawl back into bed 24 minutes later.

No I musn't. I cannot bear to hibernate under these covers again.

For when I did last time, I did not see the light for 547 days.

Instead, I climb out of bed, that dreadful memory burning a curse inside my soul.

I will not let the despair steal me from this earth.

Not this time.

And with a force so enormous, a power I cannot explain, I get dressed.

I decide to put a smile on and think to myself, "think good things."

Today will not be the day the darkest parts of my brain try to drain me from my world.

Instead, I choose to find joy. And see what inspiration comes my way.