Oddly the thought I found myself repressing during this darned lockdown is the fear of sin. Needless to say that I believe the world isn't coming to an end but, I believe we are at the beginning of the end, and as my moods switched from anxiety to paranoia and then a chilling maturity that came with the acceptance of this current norm, I thought of writing a letter, one too many letters to you. If indeed I brought myself to writing any it'll begin with Dear You, I hope you are indoors, safe, as its all you owe "us", the people that care about you. Well it’s all you owe the people you think care as surely, you've shown that you owe me nothing. I would not be able to complete this one because I would remember the countless times, I reached out to you without response. Maybe...
