ML PRESS SOON
When I wake you are a wall of flowers. I only want to shower you. I only want to wake and find that you are a wall of bricks. Sometimes you never move and sometimes you are covered with light. Sometimes I try to go back to sleep but mostly I shower alone and think THIS WILL NEVER END. I clean myself alone. I think THIS WILL NEVER END and it does. The damp towel, the broken air.
