Big dreams, they’re just around the corner this feeling when I’m all high heavy in my thinking. I’m in love with a monster. What’s the difference? Today could always be so much worse. I could write something all pretty and forgettable, but why pretend time is so different especially when my mood is all dark and brooding. I’m in my early morning ritual uncomfortable in my own skin writing about feelings I know you crave just as much. I itch to be loved maybe some other time I’ll let you use those fake nails of yours run them up and down my spine. I can’t help myself when I’m this stuck on you even I know it’s stupid most all the time I try to take care of myself it would be all too tragic to actually bother you. Busy in your other life, I understand, where I need to go it’s so hot there though. I’ll keep my mood out the way waiting for the sun to come up warm me and erase this mood. I can’t promise I’ll be all quiet until then.