by S.E. Ingraham

Created on: August 15, 2009

Subject to Mood Swings

Easy as a shift in barometric pressure

Subtle as a shadow in twilight's dimness

Swift as a cold front blowing in from the coast

Depression sidles in like a force of nature

Almost unnoticed save for feelings of unease

The exaggerated tiredness coming out of nowhere

And tears that fill your eyes for no discernible reason

Oh unwelcome one, why are you back to test me

You and your life defying hold which suffocates the sun

And thenon the flip side

the music loud Prodigy's Voodoo People fills the small car to the brim if cars even tiny itty bitty ones have brims like some hats, she thinks, as she considers for a nano-second, wonders at her mind wandering and isn't that a bad sign? but today nothing is a bad sign because she feels soooo good, damnit, she feels like she is surfing on a wave of pure sound, hanging ten or whatever they call it out there in Cal-eyeforneye-A, she can't stop laughing but she knows she better because she can't see if she keeps laughing this hard and she's driving way too fast to be driving this hard, no wait this is not what she means, what does she mean? Oh yeah, she is dipsy-doodling in and out of traffic, never even has to brake, she's that good, oh yeah, and now the music pounds out another raucous bit of business what's this oh yeah, good, good, good - AC/DC's Balls Against the Wall perfect she's the drummer, keeps perfect time on the steering wheel and the gas pedal but gives up using her foot cause she doesn't like slowing down at all no sir as she flies through another amber light, alright maybe it was blush red that one, but she made it didn't she? she checks her rearview no sense being stopped when she's feeling this good she really does not want to end up in the Ha Ha Hilton no way Jose not today - that sobering thought registers slightly - she eases off the gas for a bit but then the music is pounding and so is her heart and the pulse in her head and she can't resist how good she feels and how well she's driving, how perfect she's doing everything, so she puts the pedal to the metal once again, breezes through a four-way stop sign because, hey she is invincible she can do anything she knows it; soon everyone will know it. But hey what kinda crap song is this they're playin'now? What a downer, she muses, thinks about changing the station but it's one of her favourites all the same Leonard Cohen sure knows a thing or two about pain she thinks and sings along to Hallelujah wipes her eyes with her fist; the cars sure are blurry when you're crying she thinks but she does not slow down cause it doesn't make sense whether you're feeling really good or really bad why would she slow down it's all gonna end the same she cannot think about it anymore and she wishes the song would end and she wishes the road would end cause she's suddenly so tired and she just wants everything to end; if someone could just tell her how to make everything end, she would be okay but there's no way to make every, know way - know how to stop, nothing she can do, nothing she can, noth

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