I haven’t read a few pages in ten days

Haven’t looked at the books in a long time

No paperbacks, no hardcovers, 

No ebooks, no audiobooks.

I haven’t sat down to drink a glass of water in peace

I forget the taste of coffee

I gulp it down, hot and fast

Haven’t heard the voice of a tune

No melodies echo, only cranky cankerous crowd

My legs ache of standing up

My knees wobble of nervousness

I hide.

I hide to the balcony every now and then

No, no silence there