This is how I feel tonight.

I've been telling a lot lately, and now that image is back at the forefront of my mind.

February

February is fire and ice. It is frost on the ground by the time we were done and were heading home to pretend to sleep for a few hours before school. It is the burning cold of bare feet on frozen ground, bare back on frosted grass. It is the burn of the ceremonial fires. It is the heat of a man on top of me. It is the heat of unwanted breath on my neck. The burn of penetration.

February is when the contrasts get to be too much to take. Too many opposites functioning at once. It will drive you mad if you try to think on it too long.

Don't.