Days Like This

i write for days like this, when the wind blows in the opposite direction and tables turn to face me, i write for days when my hands feel too stiff to hold anything but a pen so i freeze, then later cough words that have been caught too long inside my chest so i pretend it’s a mistake. i write for days when i feel too high or too low, days when i cry over wasted days in the night time and days when i want to rewind the time just to feel the sun on my skin for a few seconds then go back to hibernation. days when i don’t have anything figured out, days when i feel like starring at my window hurting. days when i can’t tell whether i’ve healed, forgotten or i’m just a little bit distracted. i write for days like this, so... i write every single day.