Isolation has many faces.
It's leaving the house without breakfast
so that you don't stay
longer than necessary.
It's sitting in a darkened room
in an empty apartment
with your headphones on.
It's lying to your mother
so she doesn't worry more.
It's trying to writing a good morning message
struggling to find words
that don't sound hollow.
It's never writing that message.
It's declining invitations
for want of desire or money.
Wanting company
and quiet
and sacrificing both.
Isolation has many faces
but sometimes it's
the only
shield you hold.
It's leaving the house without breakfast
so that you don't stay
longer than necessary.
It's sitting in a darkened room
in an empty apartment
with your headphones on.
It's lying to your mother
so she doesn't worry more.
It's trying to writing a good morning message
struggling to find words
that don't sound hollow.
It's never writing that message.
It's declining invitations
for want of desire or money.
Wanting company
and quiet
and sacrificing both.
Isolation has many faces
but sometimes it's
the only
shield you hold.
I often feel like we are on the same page. I had one of those isolated weekends, partly by choice and partly by circumstance. Then Monday morning comes around and I put on that face that masks the loneliness.
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