The chart doesn't crash.
It just forgets how to rise.
I forget too, some days.

Forty percent sit
below where they were promised.
Nobody rings a bell.

My roadmap PDF
is still open in a tab.
I haven't closed it.

Discord goes quiet
the way a group chat does when
someone stops texting back.

Bitcoin dominance
climbs like an older sibling
getting all the praise.

I told my mother
it was an investment. It was
a kind of belief.

Not every candle
gets to be the one that marks
the bottom. Some just end.

Dollar cost average
into something that won't average
back. I keep buying.

No capitulation,
they say. No single red day
to blame. Just erosion.

I check the wallet
less than I used to. Grief needs
less checking, over time.