I've got this stubble
I can feel it as I rub my hand to my face
The air is luke warm with a smell of lilacs
The sun is too bright I murmur to myself
Gliding my eyes behind their shades
I exhale and blow clouds away
Something buzzes near my ear
I choose to ignore it's plea
Crushing the very life from it's bones
I grin to myself with delight
I should shave..
Perhaps tommorrow