Thursday, May 9, 2019

Nimbus

(You recognize the darkness, when it comes, as an old friend, it sweeps into your room and cuts the light, it sweeps into your chest and cuts every last suture that sat in your skin. I sat in a dark room and thought, this again, and it was like the last years had not ever happened. We are who we were. How did I ever think to be above that.)

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