April is deceitful, its caprices are those of a spinster. I let her fool me with her rays of sun, I grow expectant, but she changes her mind and decides to turn me a cold shoulder. Oh, how predictable of you, April! I find you such a drag! 
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deceitful
“Martisor”
Today I´ve had a bad day
And I don´t only mean
A bad hair day,
But the kind of day
When your fears
Are palpable,
When all your sadness
Resurfaces from some
God forgotten place
And biblical guilt
Haunts you
Until you want to scream
And say “I give in”!
All this turmoil
Makes me tired,
Makes me want to crawl
Back into my shell
Where it doesn´t matter
If you´re good or bad
`Cause you´re miserable anyways.
But I fight it.
I´ve been so happy
These past few days,
I threw myself at happiness
Like it wasn´t deceitful
Like I believed I could do it.
Nothing´s changed, though
It might be the “MARTISOR”-
The Romanian way
Of celebrating spring,
There´s no sign of spring here, you see-
And my anxiety gets the best of me.
March, 2016
life in a bubble 