yet again, I've let yesterday seep into today. sorta like the sand right at the shoreline being washed into a smooth grainy sheet under the lapping licks of tide. white noise materialized. sandpaper rubbed against the drywall to even out the bumps.

hissing cicadas greeting dawn with a resentful tilting of their heads, warnings of yet another day rolling out like tumbleweed over cracked thirsty mud.

sleep is just a rude interruption to the hum of fuzzy brain waves. itchy skin under dampened covers, spiders tip-toeing over goosebumps, whispering irrational chants into pores, hoping to make contact with Kfaf somewhere, somehow.