All those streets…

Those streets by night so busy…

Now empty.

People hiding in homes.

Our hospital ready to check everyone with symptoms.

Everything has changed and changes in seconds.

Sooo… I come back to colors. To canvases…

Because there is a way to run away from those thoughts especially for us with weaker minds… or more like stronger? Because if this will not kill our selves, this fear, well, we will survive even more.

Not only every day.

Not only a day when you hide because anxiety and depression hits you so hard… so hard… and nobody gets it.

Except those the same… almost the same.

Almost.

Oh well…

I hope everyone of you is able to find something in yourself what makes you breath. In and out, slowly…

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