Scratchscratchscratch

Still working on it.
I don't think it'll ever be what I want it to be.

Where are you hiding?

I know you're here, somewhere.
The Weatherman told me you'd be around.
But the forecast remains sunny and humid.

Remember Me As A Time Of Day

Music in my head: Explosions in the Sky.

I am feeling tired and ill.

Have some recent art so this will no longer be dead.