come back as the light

And hey there, Mr. morning sun, what kind of creature are you?
I can't stare, but I know you're there
Goddamn, how I wish I knew






morning rituals........


And hey there, Mrs. lovely moon, you're lonely and you're blue
It's kind of strange, the way you change
But then again, we all do too




Sunday.....
floating to the Fitzpatrick pub for coaster forts, hot chocolate, fairy bartenders and sleepy renditions of saturday's tales....
no drawings to be done.....