Caged

A prisoner. That is what I am. All I see are walls. Walls everywhere. How I long for the day when I can be free again! There is a small window, my only connection to the outside world. But even outside, it is deserted. Not a single soul in sight. I have nothing to do all day except sit and stare at the lifeless world outside the window. When I look out, I see other faces like mine looking out of their own windows. When our eyes meet, I see their loneliness, their wish to be able to go outside again. But they are helpless, and so am I.

Well, that is my mom calling me for dinner. Just so you know, whenever she sees this diary of mine, she always tells me that I am overdramatic and should have a more positive approach. But you don’t think so, do you? Just because I am watching too many movies about prisons and criminals, does not mean that I am exaggerating in what I write.

So I will end here with a very positive note (partially just to please my mom, and also to make you realize that I am not as negative as you think I am) – Go away coronavirus!