My thoughts incubate like a disease. Everything is old yet new. When they appear, I self-isolate, unknowing whether you do too. My body aches, I lay in bed. I told you, but I wish you knew. When I am well, I'll share the beauty, the world from my point of view. Some lost their jobs, others restricted to meters, yet here we are blessed to work with perks. When it's stressful, just respite and feel the breeze, your peace becomes strength like clockwork. Grateful to have seen another day, sorrow for those who have lost. The sun slowly browns my skin, but my heart feels a gentle frost. I pray those find peace. I pray others learn. Stay safe, stay kind. Some of us heal and get better. Some of us don't get to return.