he stood silently the rain falling in great fat drops he was soaked through yet took no notice of it he stared up at the neon buildings every window had a thousand stories to tell but he only cared about one of them he just hadn’t found it yet it called to him in his […]

when i have to leave my cave. i have a routine. keys wallet phone pat pockets twice. when i go to sleep. i have a routine. stare at ceiling love to kids love to her. everything else is a mystery. i cannot hope to understand