I've learned to fear the heights of feeling good

Because, boom, there's the crash

The crest and the and orange juice

I don't know how that happened

Get into work

My voice is cracking from not being used

Exercise it, socialize

Open up a little to strangers

Go for a walk, it's actually nice out

Even if it is an uneventful walk

Go home, feed the cat, feed the me

Draw for a commission, go for a drink

Crash

Was it the women nattering away in the booth next to me?

With their incessant, cackling, laughter

Was it that the guy with the fade/manbun combo?

He was confident and handsome and a creator

Was it the walk and seeing the same damned car?

Important reminder, that thing you fucked up

Was it Men In Black?

No

Maybe I'm just tired

Sure I'm tired

But I wrote this last week

And put it in the buffer

So maybe I feel better this week

And the sun's out

And I don't crash

The wind doesn't cut into me right now

I went for a walk and the wind was pushing and punching

Shoving me, trying to knock me over

It was screaming at me like it was angry with me

But it couldn't cut me

It's not a winter wind anymore
It's like the real anger, the real drive, went out of it
It's not what it could be, replaced with something
Almost just taunting
Kinda impotent

In the summer it will be sometimes hard to bike against

And it will make me tired

And when I walk it woll make my jacket or sweater or whatever incessantly blow in a contrary direction

And rip my headphones out of my ears

But it won't cut me

It won't cut me for months

So push and punch if it makes you feel better

You stupid, stupid wind