Through The Window

I feel dazed ascontact with realityis partially lost.Loss of vacations,In office work,birthday celebrations,graduations –even your touch.Life is lived in the details,with no mercy in sight --This is our great loss. Anxiety ridden thoughtsI’m afraid of:being sick,dying alone,the end never comes,no sense of normalcy. During the bombings,in the bunker I socializedwe all sharedthe same fate. Uncertainty... Continue Reading →

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