Alive Again

Sometimes I don’t know what to do with myself, and I think of all the things I’d be doing if I were outside and how much things have changed since all of this started. The family and friends I haven’t been able to hug and all of the places I haven’t been to.

But, something tells me the day will come when I see and hug all of those I’ve missed, and I’ll feel alive again…

Prompt by: Karlo Henry Velazquez