I starting writing an article about how I miss the pandemic, but it came out as a poem.
Here it is spoken:
Here it is written:
I miss the pandemic
Life’s so full It’s systemic
Every moment with friends
Calendar’s full when will it end
I feel guilt, a pressure that I built
Answering every text and message
Without checking my own perspective
I want to live free, to travel and to see
The whole world at my feet, the path decided on by me
Just us and an open road
The ones I love and the unknown
But now everything’s a chore
Filled with the busy-ness of before
Didn’t we learn to treasure
Or have we returned to the pressure
Do I have to power to say no
To overcome FOMO
To be selfish and resist
To have adventures and persist
To create a life that I design
And to follow my own mind
Can anyone relate? I opened comments to all subscribers on this one if you want to join me there:
Until next week,
Elle
P.S. Next week I’ll be publishing part-two of my (now) six-part think tank on the future of fiction. I’ll be brainstorming what the future of publishing will look like alongside Wattpad writer Emilia Rose, Aethon publisher Rhett Bruno, Novlr founder Thomas Muirhead, Storia founder David Burt, and Legends of Cypher writer Devin Sawyer for paid subscribers of The Novelleist. See you then!
I need this slightly autotuned, kick the beat up a few notches (just a touch), and turned into a song. This will be the new "my money don't jiggle jiggle".
wow, you are a natural rapper wordsmith! brings back busloads of memories, thanks for sharing