My own (Lee VC) another illustration 2016 (chillin’ with a cheese plant)
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can we still call it brunch at 5pm? i woke up at 3 today.
waxing waning mother moon, she’s laughing at me from the sky
trust fall onto your bed, fell into a hole, made it my home
always sneaking cigarettes out other peoples’ bathroom windows
pretty boy reservoir, ellie told me i should dip my feet into its holy water
maybe then i’ll dance the space ballet- if i wore silver shoes
would you notice me? oh how i long to be held lovingly
i just want to be held until i fall asleep
pitying the girl who’s always caught during the thunderstorm
irrationally scared of rain
maybe i’m not meant to dwell anywhere for too long
always leaving, always going back on everything i say
i don’t make decisions, i never stay
