There's something to be said for sitting on rattan chairs and looking up at a tie-dyed sky. The same inky blue I saw in a dress earlier, the one I added to basket but never bought.
Tasteless words, bland conversations with overpriced cocktails at a below par bar in London. Slipping away at the end wondering why he wasn’t The One and when The One will show and will he show any time soon, yada yada yada.
We’ve all adopted new habits during lockdown – whether it’s working out or baking or journaling or pondering the meaning of life while we get to grips with Russian grammar. So if you’re in need of inspiration, below are 10 things I’ve found myself doing more and more as a result of lockdown in a bid to be a less shit human.
Most of us have been on plenty of video calls over the past twelve or so weeks, embracing this new communication medium with open arms. But it's not all peachy.
You used to make me mad with love, drunk on lust. And now you're sliding into my DMs, like nothing ever happened. This is a poem about realising you don't give a shit about the person who previously had a hold on you.
Boredom creeps... and the dirt-speckled screen is no company. Lockdown life is taking its toll.
Like feeling around in the dark, trying not to step on toes, fingers in eyes, teeth glinting, words warbling. Ignored and then repeated - if still ignored then give it up.
The sun throws me off scent. It's a major distraction that colours my skin red and my head cloudy, prompts paracetamol ingestion, stopes me from working. I can't write when the sun's out.
Beer-soaked bellies tend to bash my chair as they rumble past, making me jolt, drink spilling, temper flaring. Gazing at my caramel concoction, a tooth-fairy blend of Coke and sickly-sweet, candy-cane Malibu.
Driving around Florida was perhaps the happiest I've been. This was back in June when responsibilities were low and expectations were high - when the orange-clad Disney-donning streets always led us to Chick-fil-a or Moe's at the height of hunger.