copp and me had a nice long hot shower and went out to the cocktail bar.

the sky was like crimson drizzling stars.

it makes me think of higher love imbuing everything at night so we can rest and start fresh in the morning. but i'll probly still be tired because i watched romancing the bone and ate a pint of pear-hibiscus sorbet and a bag of terra chips and micro-pop pop corn. i also befriended a girl in china.

i can still believe in higher love when i see a tree like this one i keep returning too all starry and i'm tired from imaginary cocktails with copp and ice skating with copp and showering with copp and sleeping with copp and kissing him on the nose and eyes.

i want your season. i want your leftovers. like i'm your distant cousin. like i used to be close. honor that.

i want your starfall.

but i get so twisted up sometimes like in a winding sheet.