let the sun

change your voicemail.

days away from these hazy ways. stepping out of my norm only to return to upheaval and rush.
snorting aloe and sleeping on planes. these are the days i am given. the next few will be even more disheveled with such promise at the end.
travels, like gulliver.
sleepless like sam.
busy like the bee that i was once dubbed yet now stretch to maintain the wow i once posessed. these next few days will be trying, trying, trying hard to keep my eyes open as the last day approaches.