New year new me?
I didn't upload any pics or posts for a month or more. And even I did put up some posts, it was very half hearted.
I fell in love you see. Again.
So obviously I don't need to check my insta and see other people's stories or see how many likes she's got on her latest post.
I'm in love after all. Like duh.
Its the latest fragrance haven't you heard?
Burberry into stale excuses of msgs unread, with notes of half goodbyes
What an intoxicating scent..
So whats social medias lure to this?
Leave them with your faded jackets, mothball granny sweaters and the mismatching pyjamas. You opened up your comfort cupboard and in exchange stole a bottle of that scent from them without their knowledge
The smell morphs.
Into one
Of cowards.
Who try to mute you
Because it's a new year
They have finally realised their own futility
Accept it
Cry about it
Be a bitch about it
Project it
Repress it
Ignore it
Fight it
And then
Rise above it
And make a Instagram post waiting for the cycle to start again in 2021
YOU ARE READING
Open Letters
No FicciónA rough draft of thoughts left unsaid, of things I'd wished I'd done, of regrets and mistakes. A reminder to be better and stronger and to keep marching forward. Of random thoughts that I obviously can't post on Instagram so here we are!
