Twirly Trekking in Quarantine

Freedom I tread into the forest with trippy footsteps and keep wandering through the woods to savour the ambrosial view ahead. And as I breathe in some tranquility, I subconsciously breathe out a tint of emptiness. Something's missing. Something's not there. “What was it called, again?” I puff out in the air. “Freedom” A voice in me said