it's just the dark before the dawn
it's ironic that, considering the title of this journal, i've logged no entries during this month.
it's ironic that, considering the title of this journal, i've logged no entries during this month.
it's my least favorite month, i tell everybody. to claim it as a birth month, even worse, more's the pity.
but. there is something about it, isn't there. especially when it lives up to the business everybody hates. everybody but me.
tangled bone and branches. colorless. bloodless. conserved, reserved. blank. empty. icy.
you wait, and something waits beneath. a frozen heart worth mining.
you persevere, and when you can see your breath, you remember that you are alive.
