Thou silver deity of secret night,
Direct my footsteps through the woodland shade;
Thou conscious witness of unknown delight,
The Lover's guardian, and the Muse's aid!
By thy pale beams I solitary rove,
To thee my tender grief confide;
Serenely sweet you gild the silent grove,
My friend, my goddess, and my guide.
E'en thee, fair queen, from thy amazing height,
The charms of young Endymion drew;
Veil'd with the mantle of concealing night;
With all thy greatness and thy coldness too.
- Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
Mood: Emotionally exhaused
Listening to: Death Cab for Cutie - A Lack of Color / Smashing Pumpkins - Blank Page
Reading: The Border of Paradise - Esme Wang
Drinking: Water
Eating: Dust mites
Where's the fucking space to put what song I'm listening to? And what I'm reading? And what I'm drinking or eating? And my goddamn mood! What the bloody hell is this bullshit? How am I supposed to accurately convey the entire spectrum of my being without these tidbits? You disappoint me, DeviantArt! These are quality indicators to one's full mood!
I kid, I kid. Sort of. I am outraged, but in a non-angry way. Is that possible? I say it is. All of those tidbits are missing from all of my previous journals as well. LAME!
I suppose I'll just have to recreate it. I don't want to have to do it from memory. I don't really recall. Why didn't I take any screenshots of that shit? That would have been helpful. I made it up. So there, DA.
I've been lurking around here again, mainly to scour my old journals for information on past trauma. That's been fun. I still miss the old community that I found here, with people long gone and mostly untraceable. Hell, I didn't know a lot of people's actual names. I'd like to find that here again. A lot of random people have favorited the last poem I uploaded in like 2014. I still need to go back and delete the really bad, awful, terrible poetry from my super early days as a poet. That shit's just embarrassing. I've been saving all of my old journal entries, so once I complete that, I'll start removing things. Maybe I'll upload some of my newer writing. Catch some new eyes and hopefully good critique. I strongly need a community of artists. I sort of found that in a workshop I did last month, but we've all been inconsistent with our Zoom meetings. The Discord chat has fizzled as well. I need more from a community. I hope I can find that here again. This was such a wonderful place for me as I was growing up.
Shit is crazy. Our country is in shambles. It has been headed in that directed for quite some time, but this year has just been out of control. I'm too tired to really expand on these thoughts.
It's hot again. We've had a heat advisory three days in a row. I want so badly to get in the pool, but there are always people in it. I'm just trying to get by at this point. I don't have to go to my horrible job anymore, which is a huge relief, but I have to find something else while also finishing up my degree. All while my state has had many consecutive days of explosive cases of Covid. Eek.
I suppose this is all for now. Is anyone still here? Or do I have to find new fuckers to engage with?