5am

Its3amprobablyneedtogettosleepbutireallywannasingaboutyou

Its4aamdonewithmysongcantstopthinkingboutyou

It's 5am. Can't sleep so outside. Everything's a little pink and blue at the edges, but cool to the touch. The air smells like pepper. I'm wearing a robe that I haven't worn since the surgery. Drinking water and honey.

Staring straight into car headlights to see the rainbow halo until they flick off reminds me of angels. I don't know how to cope with you being one now. Some days I'm on, some I just turn off. Anthony Green helps. Don't let me use you to sound poetic. It feels gross.

Pete Wentz would be proud.

I should go to the gym.

Creating art is hard.

You have to create.

I'm gonna vomit.