the days melt like honey
and harden like toffee
what day is it? does it even matter anymore?
life's upended in such a peculiar way.
and I lie here in my bed,
the yellow rectangle of the opposing room glaring back at me like it always does
good to know that in the midst of uncertainty
there is still routine
YOU ARE READING
Vignettes 🌙
PoetryIt was a class assignment at first. Then I fell in love with the style of writing. Here are my vignettes
