• january…

the anxiety seeping through my skin, cold; the sparkling joy when a miracle happens; red-flushed face, from sports or her presence — uncertain; the rare, mirthful days at school, and the vague clarity of self-identity;

• february…

the warmth felt when you see someone’s eyes twinkle with passion; the shaky hands holding the microphone whilst singing with a friend; tears run down when you see the saddened eyes of a stray dog; emceeing for cny, a short reunion with the girl with the ocean for eyes;