this turned out quite a bit better than i could have ever hoped.
its just such a long climb
an ugly drawing for my beautiful babybird.

i, as in me, regret what i did outside of the museum today. i let myself, get wrapped up in myself, like an inescapable suffocating blanket of individuality and i forgot the rest of the universe didn't care how i felt, it just wanted me back, like a missing piece in a puzzle where only the pieces that understand where they are enjoy the picture they make.