The ocean is cold sometimes.

Last time
I started to feel
like my semester was going pretty well
and life really wasn't all that bad,
things got a hell of a lot worse
and I couldn't remember
how the other part of this antithesis felt
until I began to doubt
that it had ever existed at all.

Now
I really
don't want that to happen again
but part of me
is afraid it will.

I wonder
if life just rolls in cycles
like the tide of an ocean
going in
and coming out,
in
and out
and in and out
andinandoutandinandout...?