Oh January

I never liked January, it’s always felt stark white, cold, in comparison to the whimsical nature of December. I guess that makes sense, I’ve always been a one foot on the ground, head in the clouds kind of person. I try to see the good in everything, when I can remember to, when I’m not weighed down by the force of my emotions. After I lost him though, Decembers’ started to creep up on me like a forlorn shadow in the dark of night. I watched myself crumble like a passing spectator, unable the stop the crash inside my head, over and over. Fresh like the first winter snow. Suddenly January doesn’t feel so bad. A reprieve from the madness that so consumed me. Madness, sadness, whatever you want to call it. Old hurts, new aches, I dizzy myself trying to match the spin of the universe.