Stuck

Three weeks into four

Days are just an amalgamation of hours that you’re awake

Time is just a social construct now, it doesn’t exist within these walls

Newscasts starting to become blurry

School is suffocating when so far away

Hands shaking… when was the last time you ate?

They say we’ll be stuck here till the storm calms

A couple of more months at least...

Skin is sickly pale now.

Going out for a drive isn’t enough to quell the need for socialization

But shopping is nerve-racking, anxiety threatening to pour.

Three AM is my daily deadline.

Three weeks, four.

Three months or more?