I’m like 75% sure I had it. I came home on Friday the 13th of March and felt like 💀 

A high fever. Cold sweats. Aches, pains and a mild cough. Fatigue. All sorts. I was wiped out for a week. On the last day of my illness I wrote 3 poems and turned them into pretty graphics for some reason. shallow orange, A Man Named Penance and In Turku…

Let me know what you think. Or don’t.