i feel like april was my paradise.
the month where winter was past
yet the summer was yet to come.
april was rainy. april wasnt cold, or warm
the rain of april never hurt or bothered,
instead it brought a sense of, hope, in a way.
school wasnt near done at all,
but the morning cigarettes made up for it.
a friend figured me and my motives out,
on april,
but it was okay, because it was april,
and easter was on its way anyway.
ive never been religious
or associated easter with jesus,
but i am with those who do, who can.
who can find such a huge comfort,
on a holiday where you paint eggs and,
and eat chocolate.
we had a couple days off school during april
it was one of the reasons why i adored april.
i could breathe, even for a couple days.
the fresh, rainy green of the ground.
the white sky, in the process of greying
presumably with more rain.
every easter day has felt the same for me
at least in these two years.
its comforting, the only time in my life
where the universe aligns with my routines.
i love april. april loves me.
i feel like april is my paradise.
lets just hope, that this years easter day,
stays faithful to me,
even with my life, full of sin and impurity,
please, let me keep the paradise,
that is april.