A flash from beneath the christmas tree like a person diving in the water truncated by a fluffy tail, a blur of reality a ball of fur as fast as lightning thumping up the stairs then back down then back up then back down
above the dull day’s hips roils the late afternoon evanescent drama then sinks into night listening to her music and wondering where my life went wrong
when there's dark, there's no you big moods, therapy's too expensive sometimes it's better to lie than to **** the vibes and waking from dreams 'cause when there's dark there's no you and i'm staring at the ceiling instead of stars