In the mix, both agree in the cons and doubt on the pros from reasons clearly articulated.
Meanwhile, a case of trichotillomania sets in, rooted deep within a vague sense of reason. Quickly making the connection with the stages of grief.
Evidently, for everyone except me, Denial had already made an appearance.
Anger still waltzing in the horizon quickly waiting to blow up.
Oh dear depression, depression, on the other hand, couldn't be put in place perhaps was still Bargaining for power, territory, slowly creeping up because even though it is unmistakably wrong to venture on...Acceptance has not been able to stand a chance in a big sea of wanting to see my siblings.
Because life is a little heavier when lonesomeness lingers and family is far, spread in opposite directions of the continental lines so far it seems like another life but, when COVID is at stake you are only left to fit on categories that make you high risk, a risk that even the unicorn on the passport can't deny...
When insomnia meets justification is important to know that resilience has laid the way and all of this is just part of what is to come...
Perhaps soon justification echoes "perhaps soon".
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