She is November-Unpredictable.
When you have just about thought it was beginning to be cold, the afternoon sun would burn a hole in your skin. Just about when you would have started enjoying the pleasant sun, a chill would set in. It would never let you relax in your chair with a cup of tea. You would be kept busy figuring out the right way and the right words but it would always be mysteriously unpredictable.
She loves January
Foggy mornings that freeze her nose and finger tips. She stays out when it rains. The icy wind on her eyes and hair thrills her. The smoke from her breath mixes into the fog that reminds her of a deliberately forgotten dream.
November often wonders-
When you have just about thought it was beginning to be cold, the afternoon sun would burn a hole in your skin. Just about when you would have started enjoying the pleasant sun, a chill would set in. It would never let you relax in your chair with a cup of tea. You would be kept busy figuring out the right way and the right words but it would always be mysteriously unpredictable.
She loves January
Foggy mornings that freeze her nose and finger tips. She stays out when it rains. The icy wind on her eyes and hair thrills her. The smoke from her breath mixes into the fog that reminds her of a deliberately forgotten dream.
November often wonders-
People are often sick with cold; they know which pills to swallow to get well.
People are also often sick with fear but they don’t let go of them, or even try to. Maybe fears are enjoyable pains.
People are also often sick with fear but they don’t let go of them, or even try to. Maybe fears are enjoyable pains.
January is addicted to it irreversibly.
Sometimes fears are like forgotten faces...you could loose sleep over trying to remember the names. That is why you need friends...to help you remember
Both January and the little girl needs friends to remember each other's names.
November wants to help January. But they don’t let her. Perhaps they both are scared. Their biggest fear- their own selves and both know about it. That’s why they want to run away from it.
Escape......
From everything...to nowhere...
January rears her fears like a consolation for escaping, the little girl simply loves being helpless.
One is being run over by himself, the other by the rest of the world.
November thinks they both are like hot air balloons with a little hole...they made themselves...
Sometimes fears are like forgotten faces...you could loose sleep over trying to remember the names. That is why you need friends...to help you remember
Both January and the little girl needs friends to remember each other's names.
November wants to help January. But they don’t let her. Perhaps they both are scared. Their biggest fear- their own selves and both know about it. That’s why they want to run away from it.
Escape......
From everything...to nowhere...
January rears her fears like a consolation for escaping, the little girl simply loves being helpless.
One is being run over by himself, the other by the rest of the world.
November thinks they both are like hot air balloons with a little hole...they made themselves...
january is to escape and november has to let it go.....
ReplyDeletehelp when help is needed....
help when help is wanted.....
couldnt relate to the little girl though.... maybe a half heard story...
Ah November, fickle November. Changing forever. November I understand, January too, but only in context of November. The little girl, leaves me puzzled.
ReplyDeleteThe cold(p)rain, the misty January morning mingled with smoke, November's anxiety to solve all problems. Sounds familiar.