A simple poem about how time flies by so quickly, maybe fruitlessly, during quarantine
Sometimes I think that I'm being productive, but I'm afraid that if the sun were to shine on me again, the trut...
Kel used to work to live...but overtime that balance has shifted. Now he lives to work - and finds himself unable to stop running a race that never ends.
A simple poem about how time flies by so quickly, maybe fruitlessly, during quarantine
Sometimes I think that I'm being productive, but I'm afraid that if the sun were to shine on me again, the trut...
Kel used to work to live...but overtime that balance has shifted. Now he lives to work - and finds himself unable to stop running a race that never ends.