How do I feel? I feel whatever. Long covid effects are draining. My brain is long and ghostly like flat earth. Thoughts try to land on my brain’s flat surface. But right before the thoughts touch ground the unnatural spirit that governs my orbit sends them straight back into the aether. Never able to plant their seeds on my land. I’m tired. And too tired to be frustrated. My muscles ache but yearn for creativity. It’s weird to feel time move as my inner clock is paused. I feel whatever. Waiting is boring. This way of existence is boring. And I always thought boredom was a choice. Not a side effect. Fuck this. I love life tho. This is supposed to happen.