The humidity rose and the leaves drifted in the wind, The smell of distant petricore hit my senses abruptly, causing me to feel a sense of relief at the soon to be purity and cleansing of my surroundings, but until then, I sit on my balcony, and breathe in the toxic smoke of sweet serenity. Each breath I take, takes me deeper into my calamity. Trapped within my mind, my thoughts take flight, remembering the days of a few summers ago, that blissful time hurting within my soul. A lump in my throat causes a sickly sweet taste with every breath I take, I’ve taken in too much and my body quakes. Trying to forget those days past, I sit back and relax hoping my stomach will last. But the thoughts return, easily as they go, each doubt one after another, drifting like snow. It hurts, but I continue on, the rain pours and I head inside to my life beyond.