Let’s talk about feelings - feelz.
Does anything else really matter?
Ok, sure - health - yeah, right up there.
Covid was my generation’s depression (literally).
Maybe not for everyone, there were places that ignored covid, I think.
We didn’t ignore it, not any of it, not at my parent’s house.
Do I sound bitter? I got fifteen long months of ‘social isolation.’
In most states, you can shoot someone and not get fifteen-months.
At one point, we sprayed Lysol on everything that came into the house. Except the cats.
Anyway, that lock-down mess was reason #1 why I skipped senior year of high school for college.
If you look-up ‘desperate’ in the right dictionary, they used my high-school junior-year photo to illustrate it.
University felt so far, so different from my covid, remote video, no-touch high school life that it was, in the most basic sense, like going to a foreign country.
It felt dreamy, in a jet-lagy, out of sync, science fiction, not part of real-life way. I landed in this wonderland where I didn’t know anyone, or where anything was and there was a different sense of fashion, of music, of freedom and I didn’t quite speak the language (not snack bar, buttery).
It was like there was a soundtrack, that’s how serious it was.
You know how, when you’re intoxicated, you can be half awake and still excited? I didn’t want to miss any of it, I’d rub my eyes to stay focused.
Everything was so stimulating - the sights, the sounds. I had this idea about writing - a fealty to the idea that I could capture the experience and share it with others.
Now, I think that idea was so 2021.
OK, before it’s too late - poetry time!
Now-a-days I feel like I’m in the know
hold on, I’ll I paint the celestial afterglow
uhh, this might take a while..
.
.
Songs for this:
Dreamin' by G. Love & Special Sauce
VIRGO'S GROOVE by Beyoncé
Jul 25, 2024
Jul 25, 2024 at 5:48 PM UTC
Let’s talk about feelings - feelz.
Does anything else really matter?
Ok, sure - health - yeah, right up there.
Covid was my generation’s depression (literally).
Maybe not for everyone, there were places that ignored covid, I think.
We didn’t ignore it, not any of it, not at my parent’s house.
Do I sound bitter? I got fifteen long months of ‘social isolation.’
In most states, you can shoot someone and not get fifteen-months.
At one point, we sprayed Lysol on everything that came into the house. Except the cats.
Anyway, that lock-down mess was reason #1 why I skipped senior year of high school for college.
If you look-up ‘desperate’ in the right dictionary, they used my high-school junior-year photo to illustrate it.
University felt so far, so different from my covid, remote video, no-touch high school life that it was, in the most basic sense, like going to a foreign country.
It felt dreamy, in a jet-lagy, out of sync, science fiction, not part of real-life way. I landed in this wonderland where I didn’t know anyone, or where anything was and there was a different sense of fashion, of music, of freedom and I didn’t quite speak the language (not snack bar, buttery).
It was like there was a soundtrack, that’s how serious it was.
You know how, when you’re intoxicated, you can be half awake and still excited? I didn’t want to miss any of it, I’d rub my eyes to stay focused.
Everything was so stimulating - the sights, the sounds. I had this idea about writing - a fealty to the idea that I could capture the experience and share it with others.
Now, I think that idea was so 2021.
OK, before it’s too late - poetry time!
Now-a-days I feel like I’m in the know
hold on, I’ll I paint the celestial afterglow
uhh, this might take a while..
.
.
Songs for this:
Dreamin' by G. Love & Special Sauce
VIRGO'S GROOVE by Beyoncé
BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge: Fealty: an intense loyalty to a person or idea
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