Poetry On Odyssey: A Breakdown Of The Seasons

Poetry On Odyssey: A Breakdown Of The Seasons

A piece about my feelings towards my mood swings.


Sometimes, my mood swings become absolutely exhausting. This piece was inspired by my feelings surrounding how these mood swings change my self-perception, and the way I interact with the people around me. I've always had a problem with that they would push those around me away because they'd like some more stable "weather".

A Breakdown of the Seasons

There is a fear that I am too much like the weather;
a harsh and ever-changing being.
Uncontrollable at best.
Sometimes I am a warm spring day.
Blooming with flowers and good intentions, creating everything and
becoming new again with the rains that fall.
Sometimes I am a sultry summer day.
An unforgiving heat that even cherry red ice pops and childhood sprinklers cannot touch;
the kind that leaves everything washed out and dull, praying for any means of
relief from the feverous onslaught of unadulterated heat.
Sometimes I am a brisk Autumn day.
The kind that creates an empty feeling in your chest, leaving you to
silently pray for a mild winter as everything falls around you.
Uncertain if your heart can handle getting any colder.
Sometimes I am a frigid winter day.
In mid-January, when the warmth of spring feels just as distant as
the dog days of summer.
Leaving you bored and breathless by the cold. A blanket of ice coating everything- including the warmth you're so
used to basking in around those you adore.
I will keep insisting that the weather channel is more trustworthy than my mood.
I will learn to accept the fact that people move to warmer climates for a reason. I will learn to embrace the truth that I cannot always be a warm spring day.

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Having A Unique Relationship With Your Roommate Isn't Bad, It Can Actually Be Quite Great

Some people are always talking to their roommate hanging out all the time, but mine might be different.


College is the land of the jungle and one of the best ways to get through is to have some friends. Usually, your first friend is probably your roommate and that is totally understandable but my first friend wasn't my roommate and honestly had a different way of getting to know him.

When I was going through out housing portal to find a roommate I really didn't know what i was doing. Should I message him? Should I try to meet him beforehand? I didn't do either. I saw the first name and went from there, for all i knew he could've been completely insane but, he wasn't thankfully.

Moved in and it was all good and we still didn't talk to each other on move in day, I know that sounds crazy but we didn't say a word to each other. It was weird that I would have to share this tiny cramped space with someone that I haven't even talked to yet. But, hey at some point i knew we would. to be honest, my mom was the first one to talk to him and they actually had a lot on common. they both grew up in the same neighborhood, crazy.

We finally talked to each other after about three weeks of going here and living with each other. We got to know each other a lot and we actually had a lot in common, we must've talked for 2 to 3 hours about random stuff, but it was so much fun. Then after that we didn't talk again for like another 3 or 4 days. Honestly, that is completely fine with me. We both understood how busy our lives would be since we are taking so many classes, studying, being with friends, and working.

I'm going to be honest, we don't talk to each other everyday, hang out and go to eat together, go to parties, or hell even play video games together. We share the space and we stay cool with each other. We make sure everything works in the room and we maintain the relationship of that we make it through the year without problems. I think both us don't expect much since we are guys and that can be an easy thing to handle.

But, through all of that I gladly call my roommate my friend. He's a guy that I can go to for advice on relationships, talk to about nerdy stuff that I know others couldn't relate to, and also be cool with that we won't talk every single day or hang out a bunch. It is different, but it's that good different that makes you step out of the comfort zone a bit. Someday he will read this and I hope he has embraced our time and sees me as a friend as well. Because I know he's a great guy and a great friend, maybe he doesn't right now but maybe over time we will be great friends.

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