I don't

I love this feeling.

The wind on my face,

The fire under my skin

Doused by the rain.

The ominous clouds overhead.

My natural state it what the storm is,

Right now.

It's just how I've always been.

"I don't care," I say.

Don't care.

Don't.

Do not.

Don't want to.

Can't.

Scared to.

You look at me.

Ask, "What about your friends?"

Yes, what about them, self?

I was...what was I?

I was happy.

I was free.

I had such a rush of a year

That I forgot...everything else.

Full steam ahead

Days blurring

Like a train.

Plowing through.

I warned myself.