I didn’t have the energy to fix the captions and post this earlier, but I disassociated and pulled through tonight. Watching this back is hard for me, because I know how big this moment was to capture. I usually freeze up on free form poetry or spoken word and find myself stumbling, losing form, getting distracted, or ultimately having a trauma response to the lack of privacy I had with my words growing up. This moment was powerful for me, more so than most of my poetry ever was, and I don’t even think this is a super eloquent or well spoken poem. I’m just proud of myself for making it to a point I called the end and feeling satisfied with not giving up. What I said is also just…how I’ve felt a lot lately. There’s a lot of disconnect lately in ways that I can feel but often can’t describe and don’t seem to have a fix for that soothes the ache. I know everyone’s feeling it because all y’all show up on my feeds and messages telling me similar feelings and stories and the dark humor is alive with this era. We are too comfortable as a whole joking about wanting to d!e as a collective people. I wanna get back to caring for one another. I don’t even feel like most of us can hardly process the extreme things that happen lately because it’s just…chaos in the world right now. It’s everything everywhere all at once but like real time affecting everyone of us at the same level that movie was at every. single. day. Exhausting. Can we slow down for a bit? The speed is a little much for me lately and I get car sick my guys. Anyway…that’s all I can muster before the disassociation called. Gonna disappear into the void for the night. I hope someone enjoys this solar eclipse poem emotional roller coaster post. Thanks for listening and reading if you made it this far 🖤🌒 *copy and pasted cause posting this was harddddddddd*