i’d like to say something serious.
really, i would.
but i can’t.
there are problems of pride and humility to solve. there are confessions to be made and stories to tell.
but i just can’t right now.
there’s barely any summer left.
the forecast has seven yellow suns lined up all in a row.
these guys look like this and they want to go buy some flowers today.
i’m going to write. really i am.
just not today.