Everyday Little Things.
[10] Numbers now are more than just mathematics They're lives and deaths. They're survivors. [9] It's watching the sky steadily spill out a salmon spread, seems like setting the sun asleep after another awful day. [8] Now that we wake up to no alarms, but to nothingness. Monday morning blues on a break or are they prolonged until long. [7] How home isn't just bricks and walls, It's the people within. Baking cakes and family dining, counting numbers, jointly. [6] For how the screens hold us wholly exhausted and agitated. Many parted from loved ones, longing for their warmest hugs. [5] It's walks not across the streets. But cherishing old Polaroids Gloomy songs on loop, The scents of beloved still afresh. [3] SKIP is all we wish for now. Unaware if the nations Are holding diplomatic debates or plotting strategies to end it all. [2] It's //We are all in this, togethe