Suffering through January Gas prices are at an all-time high and we don’t live in a walkable city. How fast is too fast? Or between never and right now when is seeing you acceptable again? You’ve grown a beard and proved me wrong. Everything seems to have shifted a little to the right I think it all is wanting to leave me behind. Seeds are planted under my bed and the little monsters will grow, see, my carpet is soil and the the rain is yours truly. By July there will be a tree born from the second floor lifting my bed through the roof, to the sky, withholding nothing but me in it. From here I can see nothing has changed and all the stoplights are amber.