https://fivedotoh.files.wordpress.com/2020/08/95c54222-adf8-4ace-9cee-ba8dad473d07.jpeg?w=636&h=795 I’m not afraid of my city, the way people once behaved as one might catch cancer if they came close to me. Stranger hours bring strangers in the darkness and the night closes down the city. In the darkness there’s a hiding place for everyone. In everyone there’s a place where darkness resides. We
I’m in the stacks high as a half floor of the classics held between the pages and wands and cups. Looking deeper your eyes burn holes with the investment of tonight or a lifetime.