Everyone in my apartment is asleep. Its 2:34pm and I feel like I’m the one with insomnia. Go figure. So, don’t think you were my last choice or anything but I figured I’d come back to you. Everything seems a bit scattered right now. I tell myself I want simplicity but that’s just not natural. Maybe accepting the chaos is natural. Letting things abound and meld and become what they already are. There are drawings everywhere. Stories with no endings. There is no end. I have to make it all work. Or let it all work. Probably both. I don’t know if we should do this again, you and I. But I want to. It tastes like kissing in the park in the middle of the night. Who can resist that?