February is for sitting on your fucking couch
February is for a final attempt at hibernation
February is for telling the outside world to go fuck itself, come back in the spring
February is for dreaming
February is for plotting through the pain
February is for climbing through the darkest tunnel seeking that tiny pinprick of light
I’m on my knees. Searching.
If I find some, I’ll share.
Will you?
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