I often feel like a bug trapped in amber
trying to claw my way towards a life worthy
of the grandiose expectations that the season carries.
The closest I’ve gotten
to finding a sense of direction
during these hot, neverending days
has been the Zen musings of self-misandry
with a Sabrina Carpenter soundtrack.
Axes have said I'm the
"funniest person they've evet met"
and exes have chopped my fucking heart in half,
but I have tons of super glue for the soul...
Accepting pain and discomfort
as inexplicably tied to joy,
is about seeing the ordinary as sublime,
all about recognizing that any one moment
in your life is as significant as another.
No one is coming to save me from my own ennui,
but I can always take one small step—
putting on my headphones and playing my favorite song—
and make it my whole vibe.