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
a harsh and ever-changing being.
Uncontrollable at best.
Blooming with flowers and good intentions, creating everything and
becoming new again with the rains that fall.
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.
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.
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.