feels

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). How serious was it? It was as if there was a soundtrack. I didn’t want to miss any of it, I’d rub my eyes to stay focused. You know how, when you’re intoxicated, you can be half awake and still excited? 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 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