2020
The world is in a fucking blur
But it also feels like it’s so slow.
Then I go through moments
Where I realize
The time and memory I just lost.
Followers
Do you think I should follow her back?
Or what about him?
Will others follow Me back?
Do I deserve this follow?
Should I make this post?
Should I write a reply?
Oh we’re getting a comment.
Is it really just spam?
Maybe we can try again later,
In another year.
Should I really put money into this?
Is it worth it?
Oh well, only time will tell.
But I hope things turn out well.
Now, I can’t quite comprehend the exactness of how I felt while intoxicated but I know what I was talking about. I had to do a little editing and slight deciphering in the morning since drunk me isn’t the most fluent but I still felt what I said, especially about the blog. Followers is a poem about my experience with blogging and how I don’t know if I’m going about it in the right way or if writing is even my thing. 2020 is short but to the point, I guess. I’ve only been at home for 4 days but this is exactly how I feel. I guess I should write more when I’m drunk.
