days keep shrinking and...

i remember when i used to thrive on the nights, waiting for the sun to rise over the streets of Atlanta or set across the mountains of Denver. i spent hours in the bath, talking to my shadow and watching for the loons. i painted bad portraits of visions and sketched my dreams from Peachtree to Colfax. i pretended i was Dorian Gray.

i slept, i slept, i slept.

(the solstice is barely a month away)

i wait, i wait, i wait.