Red Sun.
My heart sits inside a box hundreds of miles outside my chest. The sky is filled with smoke. A red sun looks down upon me as I drive into the desert and can only think of you sitting behind white walls alone but not alone left to your thoughts. You call me and say, "I miss you." "Can I call you tomorrow?" "Do you think I'm gonna be okay?" "Do you think I'll go home today?" I hope so.















