YOSEYVA

Each day in the quarantine feels like 3. At least. Piling and adding onto each other. mulling and making everyday feel eternal and seamlessly never ending. I have the luxury of being bored. not that I have an excuse to but, still, I do have the luxury. I have the luxury to be living with good people who I love, respect, and care about. I have the luxury to still have a job and a stable source of income. I have the luxury of being healthy. Even so, the days are melting and I am staying up until 5:36 am of my own free will and I am cutting all of my hair off.