Brother let me be your shelter
Here we are approaching the end of the longest hardest and strangest six months I think any of us have had to go through.
It's been shit really hasn't it. Really really fucking shit.
I can't think of any other ways to describe it.
I feel like I really started off lock down with purpose. Of course it was a shock to the system for me like it was to everybody, but almost straight away I found myself sticking to the mantra of 'when are we EVER going to have this opportunity to spend so much un-infiltrated time with our children and partners again?'
Lockdown was put in to place and the sea's became less polluted. Animals came out from hiding. and we as a nation became un affected by lifes daily distractions, the same distractions that have consumed us for as long as we can remember. Life had come to a stop. But we had each other and all we had to do was follow the rules and remain in our houses until things eased up. There was always a light at the end of the tunnel.
Then in May our lives changed forever.
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