Monday and Mariah.
tonight is a good night. there was dancing, burritos and a good serving of Mariah Carey ballads and pop songs.
there is fog on the road. thick and full, it covers my face, i imagine this is what it feels like to choke on clouds. i lick my lips, it isn't salty, just fresh and cool.
my plants are watered and ready to sleep.
One bread fruit + One money tree = The closest forest I can hide in.
it is a jungle of legs down there.