"I stare out at the dark ocean
under the bright stars,
and I feel, I feel
Nothing
I should be feeling something
No butterflies of nostalgia knocking on the inside of my stomach
No hazy memories of a first love that I forgot about until you asked
No sadness at the brutal death of my month-old hamster
Still, I should be all deep and in touch with emotions right now
I used to be great at that
Ah, those were the days...
I could spin any half-baked answer into a philosophical dilemma in minutes
and my friends would listen to me so intently,
even breaking away to discuss my "ingenious derriere."
Oh, I know how to capture that magical feeling of superiority again."
*Proceeds to reply to every top comment on Reddit with contradictory statements
creating a string of hostile notifications until the account gets banned from the site entirely
then stares wistfully at the screen and basks in the buzz of self-importance*
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 11:14 PM UTC
"I stare out at the dark ocean
under the bright stars,
and I feel, I feel
Nothing
I should be feeling something
No butterflies of nostalgia knocking on the inside of my stomach
No hazy memories of a first love that I forgot about until you asked
No sadness at the brutal death of my month-old hamster
Still, I should be all deep and in touch with emotions right now
I used to be great at that
Ah, those were the days...
I could spin any half-baked answer into a philosophical dilemma in minutes
and my friends would listen to me so intently,
even breaking away to discuss my "ingenious derriere."
Oh, I know how to capture that magical feeling of superiority again."
*Proceeds to reply to every top comment on Reddit with contradictory statements
creating a string of hostile notifications until the account gets banned from the site entirely
then stares wistfully at the screen and basks in the buzz of self-importance*
I like writing poems based on the word of the day, and today was wistful, with a side of intellectual narcissism, and a literature major's incompetence for dessert.
