havent been feeling too great lately with all the sticky phlegm choking up my respiratory. i gave friday school a miss, feeling no guilt; maria said i didnt miss anything anyway.


next marches another school of soldiers under
skies in the darkest stretch of dusty streetlane water
the hardened hearts of lovers waiting back in their
homeland where the sun did laugh much harder

when the colours dis-appear

























i should pick up painting again.