stormwinds cut cold to the quick

i think about being out tonight

with no door to close behind me

no roof to keep the rain

no pills to keep the pain (voices?)

hand to mouth (ears?)

i look down on a moth

happyscavenging waterscraps from a shower mat

and see myself

lifted in by the winds

maybe moreso than my folded wings

thinking that i gathered all these things

i look (forward) to tomorrow

seeing my (capriciously) tiresome coworkers

(and smiling fondly)