Balled up like paper,
the hood of the car burns–rain
wets the tar. We wait.
Drey Writes. Draw Draws. Drey Sleeps.
Balled up like paper,
the hood of the car burns–rain
wets the tar. We wait.
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
