i had an entire rant written up on the pandemic we're currently living in and how it's impacting everyone. but it deleted. that's okay because i realized what i really wanted to say:
we all have the virus. not the one that's in the back of our throats but in the back of our minds. too much to think about with too little to do. goals are just dreams and needs are just wants now. we're submitting ourselves to solitary confinement. we're locking ourselves away to the basements in our heads. soon we'll forget where we put the key.
dys·to·pi·a
/disˈtōpēə/
noun
an imagined state or society in which there is great suffering or injustice, typically one that is totalitarian or post-apocalyptic.
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the world doesn't feel much like the world anymore.
i don't feel much like me anymore.
welcome to our dystopian future. where the real lethal virus is just
fear
while all the others are curable.
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new tip for all you anxious writers out there:
got something on your mind?
write about something completely different. write about something completely opposite to get your mind thinking about something else and for at least 10-15 minutes, it feels like you can breathe again.
it worked for me. :)
- belle <\3
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