It wasn’t cold enough in my room. Then again, I was never too sure how to feel much about anything here. These days, I’d rather wake up stiff from a day of hard work. Some of the most beautiful women on the planet exist on calendars so it should be apparent that all our days are numbered. How is it that my heart reacts to the sound of your toes tapping down my wall in the hollow of the upstart stair case? Can I borrow you for a moment? I couldn’t help but notice your eyes when they met mine in the elevator mirror. Did either of us exist before we stood perfect width, alone and framed in reflection? Only you were smaller. Remember, even the pure of heart get lost in the big picture. Scoop me up please. I want to life a good life, and laugh at it in such a respect to never be ridiculed. We can live one life together. It might make room for those who cannot love another. I miss you so much as you lie in my arms, and I wonder, will I always feel so alone with you? I have to slowly peel your resting weight from my lap as if you’re unsafe to awaken. Our loved ones will wax nostalgia like a Netflix biopic. Don’t you want to be revered?
some weekend work. not quite done yet.
an evil face on my closet door #demon