what's better?

what's better than being flopped out on a squishy bed attempting to draw, doing algebra, and listening to Dreamer, the sun streams through the window, it's getting to be the colour of tangerines and canteloupe...

"i'm living in a dream a fantasy"

problems disappear in the melancholy, lost in the smell of nail polish
and flickering of lamp light.

let's just freeze time. take some time and freeze it.

for one moment... i am content. no, happy.