I woke up feeling a bit punk rock today.
Maybe it’s because I’ve been feeling trapped.
But I don’t want to wear a mask today or follow the rules.
The pandemic has us all so wound up and tense. I know staying at home is for our own good and it’s not that I don’t want to protect others because I do…
I am reminiscing about a time I never thought I’d loose.
I’ve never been good with authority or being told what to do.
I want to be free. I want to live like I used to without all these infringements on my life.
I want to get drunk with my friends and get excited about going out. Somewhere, anywhere.
I miss being able to talk to people and not having invisible boundaries around us all.
I am longing for the past. I am longing for a bar and a double spice rum and coke. A smile from a stranger and the energy of others.
I am longing for freedom. I’m wearing all black.