Polaroids in Black and Blue

Ran into my favorite toolbox in the quietest loud city I know. Watched the people pull on doors where the lights were off and the ropes were crossed. They looked shocked to see the notes on doors as they crossed in front of more and more construction workers.
Had my tea in my hands married with black pens. The cup was a canvas and when it was full I forced it into the kingdom of trashcans. The last thing I need is more random little littles on wet paper cups in my studio. So much in closets and sketchbooks. The world will never get to see that part f me while I’m alive. There is the him and there is the me. The two are like brothers in the upside down.