negligence

Hello, sky. Did you miss me, while I was away? Hello, buildings. Still standing?

There is never enough time in one night for all the things I have to do. 

Tonight everything is asleep except me, and when I turn head to pillow it smells like sex again.

Tonight everything smells like that, and I'm pretty sure this isn't normal, but this feels the way it's supposed to. 

Rousing and sinful and staring. 

Maybe it will be alright. Maybe I don't have to try so hard anymore. Maybe I'll draw right again.

Enough ghosts, I think. Go back in the closet. I'll tell you when it's your turn again. 

   Okay, enough fucking up. Time to clear the sky again. We'll go watching for the rain together, alright? We'll touch the sun until we learn about fire and burn. It'll be fun, I promise.