sometimestuesday:

Here’s my last ditch effort - stuffing towels
under the door to keep the spiders from crawling in

and they crawl in anyway.
‘Kinda scary how you can smell the smoke but

can’t see the fire.’ I roll over in bed, walk my feet up
the wall, say ‘yeah I know the
fire is eating everything up but but but it makes the
sky look so pretty.’ It’s getting a little

crowded in here. In my head I mean. It’s
getting a little crowded.

‘Anyway I’ve been smelling the smoke for years
& years & years. I don’t even think

there is a fire.’