Just Hide It

Her heart is heavy so she puts on her purple bathrobe.
It is soft and flowing... a comfort.
The pillowcases are still in the dryer. Do they really serve a purpose?



Everything will be okay... but today, I am not. Tomorrow, I don't know.

I am becoming surrounded by things I have made. Paintings, drawings, objects, transparencies...
They are somehow all trying to do something for me, but what?
I suppose I will figure that out someday.

goob dye for now.