WHAT DO MY EYES SAY????
It's hard. I live in New York City. We're all told to stay inside because of this thing we don't understand. I work in the public sector. I have to work with other people, some older, many younger. I write and make music, yet the thing I want to write about is this thing that doesn't make me feel creative. It makes me feel sadness. I want to see my mom, but I don't know if my presence will be safe for her by the time I can see her. I love her and call her. God protect her.
