It’s been five years since I was in that bed.
Tired & alone & overwhelmed
Everything seemed cold. So very cold.
I’m proud of myself, that girl who forced herself to write despite that load of coursework.
Who got out of bed to cook herself soup.
Who refocused herself on writing love stories to get through her overwhelming days. Making up a writing challenge that has gone beyond herself and into the world, and letting so many focus on the mundane that surrounds us all.
I didn’t finish Love, February that first year.
Instead, like a kdrama heroine, I fainted at work
But with no first or second lead to care for me.
I’m proud of me. Who took care of me. Teaching myself how to love myself. And somehow, pale and shaky, came through it all.
And this Love, February I dedicate it to that me, who chose love. Love of that bed, love of stories, and most of all, love of myself.
Cocoa, The Fake Poet of February
February 1, 2021 at 2:44 AM
Love, February Day 1, 2021
Cocoa, The Fake Poet of February
February 1, 2021 at 2:45 AM
Typed up in a hospital hallway at 4 am. In case you ever wondered what your nurses did on their computers, aside from all that darn charting.
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purplesheesh
February 1, 2021 at 5:08 AM
May I join?
Cocoa, The Fake Poet of February
February 1, 2021 at 7:29 AM
Of course!
Cocoa, The Fake Poet of February
February 1, 2021 at 2:54 AM
It’s been five years since I was in that bed.
Tired & alone & overwhelmed
Everything seemed cold. So very cold.
I’m proud of myself, that girl who forced herself to write despite that load of coursework.
Who got out of bed to cook herself soup.
Who refocused herself on writing love stories to get through her overwhelming days. Making up a writing challenge that has gone beyond herself and into the world, and letting so many focus on the mundane that surrounds us all.
I didn’t finish Love, February that first year.
Instead, like a kdrama heroine, I fainted at work
But with no first or second lead to care for me.
I’m proud of me. Who took care of me. Teaching myself how to love myself. And somehow, pale and shaky, came through it all.
And this Love, February I dedicate it to that me, who chose love. Love of that bed, love of stories, and most of all, love of myself.
Let’s all choose love, this February
Love, February.
Karmen ~ 🍜🏢🎭 ~ 📚☔🦋 ~ 🪂🌱💘 ~ ✨🍊💫 ~
February 1, 2021 at 3:22 PM
Thanks for sharing this, Cocoa 💛
mugyuljoie is preciousss
February 1, 2021 at 10:22 PM
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