- Eirene Evripidou

February 2017 – The month that was

February was silence and star-wishing. Drinking coffee and going to work absent-minded.
Most days it looked like it was going to rain, but it never really did.
I spent the days hazily walking. My friends laughed with me, but I could feel a veil of sadness encasing us.
(The sun is rising but something is wrong…)

  • I threw my lists away in a fit of hopeless melancholia.
  • I lost my voice for almost three days.
  • I made my knees bleed climbing rocks, but barely noticed. I just wanted to reach the top.
  • I taped old dreams together, but then I let them fall and break again. I’m someone else now.
  • I got phone numbers scribbled on crumbled papers. They remind me of dusky winter nights, just after the sunset, and I don’t know what to do with them.
  • Purple flowers bloom and I wonder how long has it been since I really believed?
  • Dear boy with the dark eyes and shiny smile, what are you thinking of tonight?
  • The Twelfth Doctor has captured my TV.
  • Unscripted dreams illuminating my hallway. I think I can feel the butterflies escaping their cocoons.

            I think spring’s only a breath away. 🌼🌸

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