April the 17th

These curtains have not been open for almost a year.

I need you sun, and blue and green and heat. Come back, Navarre. Glow.

I miss my healthy insides and the veins that show on my outsides. I don't have veins anymore. I am trying so hard to bleed. The feeling to slice my fruitful flesh still burns at my heart.

Run Alexander, run. I won't be far behind you. Just know that one day I will catch up and you will go up. Then we'll all come back down and be made new. And when we do I'll stain these pages so thick you have to think quick. Fight, fight, fight for I was the one born with flight. And you'll see my wings knock death to all your useless things. Yeah, I come from Colorado Springs where everyone sings. I made that and I birthed this. One day your ghost'll come back. I won't ever forget that you can't swim. So meet me in the river, honey and watch me bleed.

Red, she is so beautiful. Red she is so bright.

Oh how you fucked that cold, dark, night.