What do you do when you are all into yourself? On your own, locked down, but not jailed It’s an overall excitement of the containment in the beginning The anxiety in finding that your routines do happen That other’s routines also happen despite you getting locked down
Days go by and you start philosophy life The pace and speed were unnecessary Urge to be responsive to everything around Even if some of it like the broken chair or the long-forgotten friend from school do not seek your attention anymore
Weeks went by and you get this fire to rebel Unshaven face stated the mark of a long beard Locks started growing unruly defying combs Stopped moving from “home me” to the “office me” for umpteen meetings over screens
Then came the revelation The futility of fear of the unknown And the pressure to be seen and performing Sober and release said the inner voice I took out the razor and shaved off the hair to begin with...