January has long gone,
The hopes that the new year brought have yet to arrive,
But the wet and cold remain.
For February,
I consign myself to depression,
Let mind leave body,
Let auto pilot lead,
Let my heart thaw, only once spring arrives,
And March, then I can live again.
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 3:22 PM UTC
January has long gone,
The hopes that the new year brought have yet to arrive,
But the wet and cold remain.
For February,
I consign myself to depression,
Let mind leave body,
Let auto pilot lead,
Let my heart thaw, only once spring arrives,
And March, then I can live again.