January was a teenage boy, crushing on everything he set eyes on, while February tried to grow mature. March swallowed doubts and regrets, putting burden on Lord and Destiny. April was as clueless as his twin May, drinking soft drinks and gulping shakes like validations. June forced to give birth to productivity, but consistently blamed the stars for being at fault. July masqueraded as June, filling out forms and ranking institutes; tirelessly waiting for August to bring NEWS people will run behind. September's light flashed truth, squeezing through virtual world, winking and blinking. October wore blankets and quilts like ego and attitude in the process of pottering into November's comfort. December withered from too much numbness that even a blob of hue surprised him. He became a teenage boy, crushing on everything he set eyes on. Sun rays came in little packets right to his home. 2020, were you this easy on me? ___ Somi , thanks for inviting me to write something like this (idk what this is, but this is insanely beautiful). i invite everyone who's reading this to write this (please ask further details to Somi hehe)
