
no 457
I've been up forever it seems
wallowing I guess they call it.... wallowing in a high rise..... staring down..... a red stoplight blinks incessantly
i drink wine from a plastic cup..... under florescent lights
snipping felt hearts- little wings in the background
wondering what bird is thinking
wondering what I missed tonight.... what went wrong... and why so many times.... I have to work in 3 hours.... but I could stay here....
wallowing in my paints.... in my music..... for a week.... maybe forever.....
a stream of fun house consciousness.... waking.... sleeping.... waking again.....
its 501
im still wallowing