Going down again.

Today I have this thought: she won't write again, or maby once or two.

My "good feeling" is movig with wave. I think I had my best humor about two days ago. Now I'm going down.
That's strange. Why it's done like this: once you feel you can push mountains, and another time, just after that - the same mountain crushes you down. Slowly and systematically.
For what?

To be pushed again.