I want four shots of whiskey.

I told myself this story.
I knew it before I left them..
therefore, I knew you before I came.
I fear like a child again.
my wondrous nature
yearning to grow.
The ambulance is racing down the hill again.
I lift my head to stare,
the flashing lights,
sirens bellowing in the relaxed night.
screaming sounds& stories I wish not to hear.
my breathing softer now,
it's impeccably quiet this time of night
I sit near the window
think to myself for a spell.
a monster yearning to overcome
all of my insecurities
all of my minds baggage
but what if it rains?
Strange.
It takes the cake,
this one.
like lazy summer days,
hot & tiresome.
mind cloudy and
unorganized breath
now taking place.
I see why birds skip town
during the winter season
it's another notch on the bedpost
if you survive it.