looking at the results of last night's crucial game

vacating the premises for another time

noticing how no one sees how patterns align

redirecting all the resentment to the past

shoving payloads of anxiety to the void

witnessing the season's last match light up today

finishing the season with exhilaration

relieved by the end of the regular season

taking a break from tracking those wins and losses

reaching new heights with the simple alpine framework

running out of energy to become someone

watching time pass faster and faster with dismay

relieved not to stress over today's wild card games

having no problems saying "fucking" in public

commencing the lunar cycle with high spirits

deciding to stay the course with development

watching for a possible elimination

sorting madly through endless clutter as always

feeling a sense of disconnection with the world

despising the eggshells on which they make us walk