another morning:

a painter smiles upon hearing the clatters of the keyboard from someone playing mmorpg's. there are sighs yes, but it feels kinda nice. kiara moved back a while ago but these grey overcast days continue with the same forlorn conversations, and all i can do is say nothing because that's seemingly the only answer to these things. everybody wants to do something here, and the streetlights burn until they could look like crystals born out of anxious movements. maybe they'll gather them all up into the canvas until it seems like their glow is so harsh to the point that it gets soft and i feel like a cloud where maybe i'll just get in front of the sun wherever it is where you are and maybe you'd look right over here too when its summer and it doesn't get so hot.

wanna go out for a bit?