On what this pandemic has done:
To be awake at such an hour, on this side of the clock…
it just doesn’t feel right.
To be wondering if I’ll need to sell that gown… it’s just not fair.
To be home with endless questions and seemingly unending time, yet still filled with the anxiety of deadlines I can’t meet…
I don’t know what to do in response.
Do you think, in the end , this will all be better?
Do you think we’ll choose to forgive?
Do you hurt, too?
Thoughts from Forgotten Shoes 