Paprikat

its a late hour again and i guess i should go to bed but these thoughts are running running running red, and facebook is open again. things running from zombie apocalypse to marriage drama, things running running running red. itll take all the paint burshes in th world and all the gesso i can muster to cover this canvas thick from the stain. i guess its just one of those things, those nights, where words are inconsistant, worlds are inconsistant, and all the color fades out again. it is all running                         running                                running (oh so)                                red. the feed tumbles