putting life onto a pen

2003-09-17, 4:30 a.m.

i just drew a picture that made me feel so sad for the little thing i had drawn. why could, no, how could i draw something so sad? he has stooped over his bed, and he has lost the sleep of a thousand nights in one long exhale. i want him to stand up, or fall asleep, i want him to rip away the ink like like a roof in a hurricane; power to take that suit of yours off so you can be at peace.