February most people see it as v-day , or the coming of spring, for me it’s a bad month lot old my February’s end in funerals or hospital stays. As tomorrow looms ever sooner I feel this melancholy clench at my heart. You know the one where the other shoe drops, when your heart screams, when for just one single moment the world stops moving. Sometimes I just want to scream or cry hell Maby both. May your dat be filled with anything but pain may your love be returned. Peace I’m out