it's 7 degrees outside

It's crazy how fast the seasons change
One day, you're overwhelmed with fulfillment and gratitude
and the next you're left void of it all
Callousing yourself is much easier than re-opening and exposing
It took a couple days to warm up to the idea of it
And one to become vulnerable to it
One hour to forget all the scars, warnings and lessons
A minute to fall in and believe in hope, idealism and love.
One second for the pit to reappear and to be slapped in the face with reality.
An hour to sit in self pity
And one minute to be forced back into cynicism.
A second try, a second go
Hurts less, lives shortly
A sturdier reminder that hope always succumbs to reality, inhibition, pride and fear.
Things of this sort are only meant to happen once.