It was a marginal existence. Months on end of isolation. Being okay without humans. Weeks without a single word uttered. Voice crackled like shattered glass. World of silence. Alive, yet….
WC: 31 exact! 🙂
Author’s note: I hate this new WP format, so kindly envision a new line where each period is. A short poem, if you will. Happy New Year Everyone! May 2021 be a damn sight better than 2020!