Quarantine and Longing to be Free

Have you in your life ever felt a casuistry deja vu moment in your life where you woke up one day and everything is no longer the same? The Ramble of the daily activities put on a pause. NO you can't step out without the morbid feeling that if you go out unprepared for the unknown, that you wouldn't be capable of coming back untouched. The  cantankerous work and hussel and bussel put on hold. Only the brave or those qualified drive to work to flash passes proving a concrete reason to go to areas off limits to the normal population.  Those who are unprepared for the epidemic are left morning as if an onion was recently cut. Hydroponics is used on the plants you wish to see in your confinement. You stare at their leaves and the proud heads lifted up to the sun cascading through the parted shades. You also wish to be as happy as the plant, but in the back of your mind you count the days when the quarantine will one day end. The houseplant slowly consumes your attention and is your only companion so you share all your fears and concerns with it. What once was but a plant became a sacred object of your devotion. The  repetition of your chanted thoughts spoken out loud feeds the plant making it stronger and slowly anchors your soul to remain sane in the chaos.  Vicariously has become your routine for your life whether it be when you talk, eat, sleep, and venture out into the unknown. Your life which was full of order is now inchoate cast, yet not lacking in the least. No stress they forecast until you turn on the news.  Warning it is in the air. Stay indoors and do not get in groups. Turn to Channel 7 for further instructions.  Ruminate all you want about the past, but you can not bring past history back to life not unless you are God. You are only given one opportunity to love, live, and prove yourself worthy of the cause, yet if you fall short, then your life will cease.  The esoteric doctrines can only be passed down to you, because you live like no other. While others gather in small numbers, you live alone. Your only companion is your plant. You live for your plant and the same can be said of the plant. Nefarious viruses and bacteria get defeated when you use the sacred words "Be Gone!" or the meditative practices passed down from your ancestors. The blazing citrus combined with the baking soda is your weapon of choice when fighting the virus but so is the sunlight up above. It is like a cathartic cleanse and you feel good. The plant keeps you invigorated and never speaks out of line when you have your one-sided-conversations. The extemporaneous conversations one day died when the worm ate your plant's roots when you stepped out to the grocery store. You felt  flabbergasted and gaped at the worm, that little monster which ate your plant. Like one who was under an influence, both you and the worm went into a somniferous sleep. While sleeping, both you and the worm experienced  ecstatic anticipation dreaming of a near future to be free.