I haven’t left my bubble in almost three months, everyday I explore the area between the same three villages and once a week drive ten minutes to buy food.

I’m good at strong emotions and incapable of muted ones, there doesn’t seem any point in middle ground.

There’s no definitive feeling or outright sign when we let go of someone or something. There’s no sound, no screaming cry of relief. Instead, there is simply a profound silence.

Whilst you’re busy living, you can sometimes see your world as grey.