The virus is mutated, the spreading is wider and the victims are increased; the tears won’t stop.
The activities are supervised, stores are closed earlier, the curfew is affirmed due to the aggressiveness of the now-multi-faces-virus.
I, you, he, she, they, we, as human beings, are the survivors, aren’t we? If we can read this until the final full stop, we are.
I inhaled and exhaled the thankfulness, peace of mind, and hope. I listened to my heartbeat, my conscious, and my dreams.
I prayed to God and trusted Him… everything.