tingling,numb, my pencil dosn't exist. i look over at the
guy sleeping in the chair. He disapears in my mind yet
eats up my reality. I want to live and be happy. Yet I
push it away for a distorted view. My eyes go through
rollers squashing them. Long toenails meke me throw up.
Pores opening wide, wanting me to step inside, so i don't.
SO I DRAW.