Jack Blair Johnson is a third-year Sociology major. When they are not working on school, Jack enjoys spending time with their cat, Luna, painting with watercolors, and going for runs. They hope that their work speaks to people, especially to those who wear their hearts on their sleeves.
Inspired by the song “Summer Skin” by Death Cab for Cutie
I try to remember The bumblebees and blueberries atop mountains It was the summer of true love But it was too good to be true Because I wasn’t me and you weren’t you That doesn’t make it any less real I was a fragile frame of insecurity A girl who was sick with love But now I’m the boy of my own dreams Not yours And that’s ok Because I love me now more than I loved you-- More than those days we spent Under the sweltering sun When it felt euphoric to think I was yours Even if it was tearing me apart To know that I wasn’t That summer was beautiful But we both wore masks of blissful ignorance Our skin freckled with uncertainty That would soon peel away with the change of the seasons Leaving trails of lies and dried dead wildflowers lying in my car I knew the fairytale was going to end And we were going to realize that we weren’t us to each other And that this freckled skin that we were wearing Was just armor to protect us from the truth-- That my unstable sadness could no longer withstand The waves of your own journey And the wreckage you were about to create I try not to be mad anymore For your careless escape But when I feel those feelings rise They sit like a lump in my throat Threatening to burn away the progress I have made I manage to swallow the sadness Knowing how much happier I am now We’re a year from then I still remember the taste of your salty lips And see flashes of flushed pink skin When we had spent the day at the beach My muscles aching from the long hike-- Those are just memories It doesn’t make them any less real Now that the feelings aren’t there And my skin is no longer freckled We don’t talk anymore And we probably never will There’s nothing I can do about it And that’s ok For now I’ll turn up the radio While driving down the sun-drenched country road-- “Then Labor Day came and went And we shed what was left of our summer skin” And thank you For loving me for who I wasn’t
“August to September”
I think a lot about those Two hot summer nights The first one just as innocent As the first kiss we shared when we met The second one is an image of you In broken light – Nudging my legs open Nobody has ever made me feel So seen So wanted Before you Of course It was too good to be true And just as fast as it was real It was over And we can’t even look at each other anymore Those two hot summer nights Were just as sweltering and fleeting As you