Emotional highs.
The come down is steepening.
Mastering within the lows,
So the highs taste that much much sweeter.
I crash harder now that a few screws hang looser.
My past whispers to me 
keeping me in a chase of duck duck goose.
Grey clouds, downing bottles of toxicity.
Going through more change recently 
Than laundry machinery. 
Still spinning in the same cycles though,
Running away and staying the same.
My mental decline is the only defining factor of summer days.
Just wanna give back to the nature that’s participating in healing me.
And the person who contributed to me living my most free.