The winter aired

The winter aired the mountains cools the very bones I live in, 

this feeling used to be my release,
my escape,
my proof that I was not yet numb,
my proof  that it was just a bad day,
a bad week, a bad month,
but never the entire sum
but now it's different,
I am here out of voluntary obligation
opposed to involuntary regeneration.
It almost feels wrong to tell people that I'm good
and I mean it.
Like how did I probably escape ultimately being defeated?
Back then, I never would have told you just how bad
it was, after all, I was fine people don't really need romantic love
but I apparently did.

-S.Dhar