February was a fast dying candle filled with silences and fever dreams.
& I waited for you:
- I waited, stretching the nights and filling them with stardust and echoes of untroubled times.
- I self-stitched myself, scattered the phoenix ashes, let the ocean leak from my eyes.
- I wrote poetry on sea-rocks and let the tide whisper my secrets.
There is still fight in me; and I will go out with a bang.
- You see, I don’t want to drown anymore. I want infinities and poetry and starlit love.
February died away so fast. And it’s almost spring now.
It’s time… Time to breathe. Time to believe again.