Like with any other whirlwind,
You're left in a pile of mess.
It was a week of extremities
Both pleasant and not so.
I'd found myself jolting awake at 0300,
And always taking too long to fall back to sleep.
I can now say the excitement was certainly exhausting,
But to live the moment was what I did.
I saw a chance, and jumped right in,
Though I'd much prefer to jump onto a plane now.
Between Asti and Tuesday,
Time moved religiously on, relentless.
Between saying little and writing more,
Reality snapped.