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)
-x2A