stop time right here in the moonlight

It is not an easy thing, flying Especially for a bird with a broken wing It is not an easy thing, jumping Especially for one who is afraid of falling It is not an easy thing, walking Especially for a fish, that could only keep swimming You, yes you I know it is not an easy thing, to remain smiling when all you want is to start yelling But just know, those who keep trying who sees a storm and keeps fighting could withstand anything And you, yes you I think you've made it this far, and you're still standing That is a damn good thing, No? N.M.

I thought the first post on this blog should be something happy. A story, or a poem, or a retelling of a beautiful day. As it turns out, I only get the urge to write when something's bothering me. Lately, I feel very... affected by the moods of those around me. When they're happy, I'm exuberant. When they're bored, I lose interest in whatever I'm doing. When they're tired, exhaustion hits me like a truck. When they're stressed, I'm fraying at the edges. It seems like all my friends and acquaintances are just not in a good mood these days. Everyone's falling apart, be it because of midterms, or assignments, or just life in general. It unsettles me, makes me feel restless, like I'm too big for my own skin. I feel like I want to cry and laugh, yell and sleep, do everything and nothing at the same time. Maybe it'll get better. Eventually. Maybe it'll get worse. I don't know.