Look At My Lawyer Dawg I‘m Going To Jail

My phone camera is broken, I don’t have a ghost next to me

distance? you wanna do distance? i will out do you by going the distance never seen before (metaphorically)

I want to be a Bond girl

wasn’t going to drink tonight, but i’m missing jeff buckley like a mf

What part of the mundane and joy can I not creatively interpret?

To paint your emotions is one thing, to be confined to sadness is another.

Creativity sparked by death is grim, using grief as paint I finished the forest scenery

each brush strokes repeats the motion of her hands combing my hair

each detail I add she undo a knot,

each rocks and tree I paint she plaits my hair, with the same care and softness as I add the shadows.

Why is it Christmas tomorrow

Mirrored heart

baby boy i would throttle you in a literature class.

the days are getting shorter