He writes a haiku.
I know. Took me long enough.
Meanwhile, tulips wilt.
Drey Writes. Draw Draws. Drey Sleeps.
He writes a haiku.
I know. Took me long enough.
Meanwhile, tulips wilt.
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
