tragedyintheory

took a short strole around the neighborhood. i watched my walk from my window through heavy blue smoke. i slept through the parts that i couldn't see.
dusted myself off and about to call it a night. or just retreating to a resort of music carrying from before midnight til the sun comes with eyelash kisses. perhaps tonight i wont sleep. and then i wouldnt awake alone. and awake with that scarlet scarf around my wrists. my arm warmers or hoodie disregarded on the floor. mh. but i would wake up. to something beautiful thinking about where the circle ends.

but for now, i will be resolute with my decisions of today even though today continues on until tomorrow. living into one more day with no definition passing from the past. it is time that i go smoke and drink to pretend in a convinced manor that i, indeed without any doubt, am cowboy dan. maybe arienette will come waltzing up my roof to my open fan-softened window.

curling into a ball on the floor. mh. yes. must hide my pretty arms. mh. yes. a scarf so slender scarlet slipped slightly tightly tenderly tenacious taut about round around my wrists. a small tomato colored blanket from the years of a cradled youth that will barely cover my toes. mh. yes. tomorrow. blood.