- Amelia Diaz
I used to take the train
Hear the metals grating as buildings flew past
And make small talk over the muffled mechanics rumbling beneath us.
I used to file into my classes
Pushing past friends and strangers alike
Only to spend endless hours confined in a place I didn’t want to be.
Now with nowhere to go, I feel more free in a much smaller space
Scrambling to fit waitlisted activities into days I never thought I would have
And still, I am left with more time
As days turn to weeks, and weeks to months
For who knows how much longer.