Sometimes I wake up and it’s Monday, and all the words I wish I could have said sit in my chest and pin me to the mattress.
Monday, a day where it snows. The day after Valentine’s.
A day where the only thing that I can see is the coffee stain on my white sheets, and red blotches of love on the wall.
A day where the frigid air bites at my knees through my jeans.
A day when my new apartment feels more familiar than my skin. A day when I walk around it touching the walls as if to make sure they won’t crumble.
A day where my bones feel as heavy as my winter boots.
Sometimes I wonder if the cold is all I’ll ever know, but the week goes on, and it gets better.
“If you’re going through hell, keep going” -Winston Churchill