Maybe all we were doing was run away From ourselves, from our breaths. From our truth. "I’m too busy. I don’t have time even for myself." Our slang of excuse. The moments pass by, Sunrise, s unset, We missed them all. The compliment from the chubby neighbour next door, The HAVE A SMILEY DAY signage on the trees shouldering the walkway, The blush from a crush after you curl a smile, The lazy karaoke songs we could have sang with friends in the parlour The Friday night charades and the Monday morning parades, We could have been excited about. We missed them all. Now we have nowhere to go. You don’t have time now huh? Maybe this was for a reason. Maybe this was all we needed. Maybe this is the silver-lining within these airborne clouds; For introspection- A time with self A time with family. A time to be grateful for the people in our lives. A time to find love, maybe. This is a Quaran-time . ...