Friday, March 2, 2018

Dear February,

Cold and sleepy. Warm and wet. Rough and smooth. These opposites were canon to a mood you created. Days I was tired... Nights I was awake.... I'm drained by your bipolar actions. I'm affected physically and mentally. I can barely wake up at 4:55 am to get ready for work. I do my best to keep healthy while my lover and loved ones stay sick. These clothes are too thin to bundle up. This skin is too dry to moisturize. Still, I manage to get at least six hours of sleep and keep the radiator on.