restless night with tossing and turning underneath a blanket that takes quite a beating. and everytime i awoke the noise grew louder.
bright eyes and big words fill with emotion the interior.
someone knocked out the squares in the garage door and filled them with windows. face inches away from ceramic mug held between my fingers. paintbrush with kelp and aqua paint to cover white.
i want to hold your hand.
according to my father, radio rap/hip-hop has the attitude that "i am the biggest baddest mother fucker on the planet, bitch." ahh what i learn.
everything is wet and dripping and saturated. and a voice carries meaning into being alone.