Forever January

I try to fight the countdown in my head. “Just don’t think about it,” I whisper to myself. “Just keep it from your thoughts…”

But I can’t. The numbers and words come crashing through my mind with tsunami-like force.

I feel so small against these emotions, these magnanimous feelings (for you).

And if you didn’t realise it, I’m made of moth wings and glass.

I break ever-so-easily.

Please handle me with care.