Just after a wildly fun weekend with all of my best college friends, I decide to "re-quarantine" myself in my hometown. I can't overemphasize how jovial it was celebrating my 30 years on this Earth, but something seems hopeless now, just 24 hours after. At the initial peak of the comedown.
The rubber band effect: We hope for the best but resist what is too good to be true.
Here I am again.
No stranger to these parts but
I don't feel at home.
Pedaling slowly, stuck at a sluggish pace I envied out west but feel trapped in here.
Brown turns to green, just after a flight across COVID country.
We don't think anything is different until it's right there in front of our eyes.
Been feeling conflicted for quite a while. Here its manifests itself, although I'm just across the street from my own mother.
I love her and here so much. Yet what is keeping me here in this mood?
Nothing is outside of our control. But almost everything seems to be. Raining tomorrow. Fuck. Thunder comes. Okay.
May 2020
- 7Ply Epic
The rubber band effect: We hope for the best but resist what is too good to be true.
Here I am again.
No stranger to these parts but
I don't feel at home.
Pedaling slowly, stuck at a sluggish pace I envied out west but feel trapped in here.
Brown turns to green, just after a flight across COVID country.
We don't think anything is different until it's right there in front of our eyes.
Been feeling conflicted for quite a while. Here its manifests itself, although I'm just across the street from my own mother.
I love her and here so much. Yet what is keeping me here in this mood?
Nothing is outside of our control. But almost everything seems to be. Raining tomorrow. Fuck. Thunder comes. Okay.
May 2020
- 7Ply Epic
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