I'm my own home

I've been traveling inside myself since the quarantine started. Recognizing the multiple faces I've created over time. I'm my own home, I have my own time and broke the external clock. I've been boxed, smashed, saw things upside down, I've been sucked by cellphone screens, realizing the perishability of life. I think I was just trying to speak with God all this time, creating art is the truest way to improve your existence, your soul.