OCTOBER

All joyUntil the weight of livingStrangles meAnd I'm smothered in the meaninglessnessOf everythingAnd it feelsLike what cat litter smells like
I feel this. It's crazy how things can seem so perfect, and then it's like everything just sinks into oblivion out of nowhere.

And I fly into my wonderful OctoberOver rooftops and treesDrunk on sweet black cider and the scent of rain soaked cobble streetsOh lookThere's a man dressed in a santa clause suit driving an apple shaped carriageBeing pulled by winged horses And fireflies .......Dancing with the red leaveswhile the moon watches
These memories. I remember going app picking with my family in October, getting pumpkin donuts, and other things. It was just fun, running around, climbing trees, picking out apples, and being away from the city to just explore and enjoy the company of what was loving family. This poem is such a moment of the beauty of life, and the rollercoaster that life is, with the dips and rise.

And it feelsLike what cat litter smells like
That line is literally perfect, I 100% know exactly the feeling you are describing. I love little throw away lines like this.

Love the analogies in this one! Great piece!