31 DAYS OF HOME

11 months of the year, I feel out of place, constricted, isolated, anti-social. For 11 months I feel like hibernating, closed in, the need to feel safe, asleep.

I tolerate those 11 months knowing damn well my 1 month will come. October is my 1 month. For 1 month I feel safe, warm and calm in my own skin, rested. That passion for life returns. That need to inhale and exhale comes back. The smell, the leaves, the darkness. It’s all mine. It’s my home. The lights, the fire, the smell of pumpkins, the movies, the music, the loving darkness. For 1 month you have to live in my world, hear what I hear, see what I see, and love what I love. For 1 month you are in my house, and are expected to show respect.

…I allow you to have your 11 months. Just let me have my 1 month.

– G.R.E.E.N.B.A.N.K.