all the wine
went to my head
you fell back
and went to bed

My heart feels tight and fast and anxious,
When things are out of my control.
I feel a need to grasp at anything I can,
For when there is no sense of stability or familiarity or predictability,
I feel like everything around me will shatter into a million pieces.
Including me.

*

Maybe it's because I've had to take on this role my whole life,
This role of taking care of everything. Planning, being on time, making sure things line up.
This role that has been the cause of my stress.
Or perhaps it's because things have happened, in my past, that I had no control over.
And now I'm frantically reaching for something, anything, that I can control.

Maybe I'm just gonna chase the wind;

The wind that heisted the happiness from us,
The wind that created the storms,
and prompted waves immense in form.

The wind that desolated every laugh,
The wind that once gave life to something not enough.
And the wind that blew our feelings away.
Maybe it could bring us back on that very first day.

Maybe

   In
              *           ANOTHER   +. °
°
          DIMENSION
°             +            °            °             *.      +
        OR
          *          °             +       line of  time
        And in
                   *                            *   another
                    UNIVERSE
   WE weRe     *             +                               °     +                  °      HAPPY TOGETHER.

Perfume, garlic, wet dog
That makes a lot of scents

Paying your lunch tab with coins
That makes a lot of cents.

I texted you all day today
That really doesn’t make sents.