New Job.
New Drive.
New Interest.
It's all so new,
yet so-so familiar.
All there is, the heat -
encased in a fireplace
or a furnace.
Smoldering,
the ashes
never filter through
these windless lungs,
instead of oxygen
the flame kindles
on anxiety.
Life is going splendidly - no hiccups -
Breathing is easy
but all that rushes in
is the flagrant blossom
of ragged thoughts,
all the possibilities
for how helpless
the wind is
when it's always being
knocked out.
I started a new job, I started driving, and there's a girl of course that I like too much. There wouldn't be much of a story if there wasn't the drama of a boy likes girl, right? Everything can and is going smoothly, but when I am home I feel like it's all falling apart.
