quarantine part ii

still here
stuck in my house 
for the rest of the year
restless
listened to a million audiobooks
drew up a storm
read till my eyes couldn't stay open
played till my body couldn't move
but still we're here
waiting 
waiting
waiting
asking when or how or why 
but every time getting an
i don't know

frustratingly long
time to wait
sit and ponder
the world aeround me
scrutinize every detail of where i am
until 
i 
go
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hannah.banana23

VT

18 years old

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