From My Brain to Yours

i'm tracing a line when tracing, rewind into scenes that have played in the past they have laced 'round my spine, tumbled into my mind and dismantled my ship's solid mast if i throw myself under the current, the waves will envelop as downward I slide if i stay underneath and I breathe in the gravel i'll spit out each tear that i've cried i'm washing a bowl and the bowl is my skull and it's hollow but smooth like a stone my insides may roll until truths become null and i'm left to myself, all alone

I began writing this post about my COVID experience, stopped, started again, stopped again, and finally completed it on September 27, 2022, six months after the the whole ordeal. Here it is: Two years into this whole mess, I got covid. It's a little ridiculous; I've kept so safe for so long, and just when it was the least convenient, just when I could not possibly afford to catch it, covid caught up with me. I began writing this blog post while in isolation, around March 31 probably (I don't quite remember; I stopped writing it and am now revisiting this post on May 24), so I apologize for the confusion regarding the timeline of things. I could have caught it at any other point in the last two years and it wouldn't have ruined things the way it did this week. To be fair, that's a bit dramatic; I'm very grateful that covid didn't hit me hard. The worst of my symptoms came last week, when I was still under the impression that I just had a very bad cold. I star...