Dear Yuri,
When I look into the night sky,
Peer out the window ajar,
Gasp for that fresh air and freedom,
That now seems so far,
Relentlessly counting,
Window to window,
Brick by brick,
What was once a high rise city living crib,
Studio walls inching closer by the day,
Self isolation is the least damaging they say,
Only alone with your thoughts,
Is a powerful place to be,
Without the busyness of distractions,
And social interactions
When I look into the night sky,
I question who am I?