Updated: Feb 18
You were always the month that lead me to spring.
Teaching me a lesson every year after year, after year.
I think of my father, looking at my mother and I know I did them wrong, but we'll keep this between us... I miss the city lights, or that's what's been on my mind for the past month,
it's that time of the year when all I want to do is pack my bags and run, run like the wind, unseen, I don't want to be seen, but unheard - it's so tiring, I'm about to die out of exhaustion. Dear February, there's so much emotion built up inside of me, I feel like I'm a ticking bomb, dear God don't let me explode, the colors that I hold, won't match the ones I put on.
- Alex Antally 🌸