Out on the streets, I know convergence of views holds no meaning.
A houseful of people scrambling for their own safety, fight suspicion, as they want to know where the other had been, and what is the likelihood of contamination.
A pandemic has only highlighted existing divergence and mutual distrust.
I scribble on a small piece of paper
“I quit – all non-existent bonds and a structure which concealed disjointed surfaces.”
and step out to breathe deep and hard.
Maybe, I inhale the airborne monstrosity and find true worth in isolation.
Pine trees whisper a different story to the skies.