Dead leaves crumble on the ground
And June has been about
Keeping my shit together

Blood flows on the streets 
And the culprits
Wear blue
My mask seems heavier and heavier
I think I may get a new one,
Seems like I’ll be wearing it for a while

I’m getting overwhelmed easily
And my paint is dripping
Into ideas
I may just be an artist now,
I’m not sure
I’ll probably change my mind when I go thrifting