The gravity of isolation crafts history out of scars, using minds as its pages.
Dreams that used to be portals are now confined to ordinary rituals and vague longings.
Does the quest for truth get louder as our worlds become smaller and the self is immersed into silence?
Light is only meant to come back when we remember what freedom feels like.
Written by Rebellicca /
For Archan Nair's 'Quarantine' /
9th November 2021
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