We don’t hug and we are fine. We’re not hugged and survive. We have survived without and embrace, without love… We have survived behind the bars of an invisible prison, made up of a plague which is strangling the world’s neck like a yellow ivy and is not letting go. We laugh less, get excited less, dream less, and have become more logical. The streets, roads, relationships, and people scare us. We are hidden beneath a mask and no one knows if we are sad or happy.