blips of blue light shudder
from the phone, break the night—
autumn leaves surrender.
Drey Writes. Draw Draws. Drey Sleeps.
blips of blue light shudder
from the phone, break the night—
autumn leaves surrender.
I art and eat and draw and sleep and cry and rhyme. I consume too much pizza and—by all rights—should be dead, but I haven't gotten around to it. Procrastination saved my life. View more posts
