I want to sleep the rest of the day. I've been painting and drawing.

I'll pile myself on top of acrylic paint tubes. lids off. let the floor become the canvas. For whatever reason, that just seems like the most fitting texture to my mood; squishies on my skin. Reds and blues under my fingernails. Let them dry there.
graphite up and down my legs.
charcoal in between my toes.