A glass shatters in the slanting late afternoon sun,I reach impatiently, hungrily, slicing the tips of my fingers,in my desperation to hold ontothe fading light. Tightly bound by the heaviness of my emotions,I struggle within my cocoon of obscurity,groping for emergence,between the shards of glistening meaning,before their imminent disappearance into dusk.
COVID Diary 4: Day 36
Professions of a Paranoid Perfectionist 