low ebb

i hear the chimes tinkling so sweetly outside my window.

at night i look at the graffiti wall across the street, while i'm smoking, and i see faces. during the day i look for the same faces and can't find them.

i sit there and think i should draw this.

i never do.

at least not yet.

my cat looks out this window all the time. it's like her TV.

i'm going to read.