Send my weary brain somewhere to sleep under layers of snow, where the city lights wan through the mist of industrial ponds and abandoned lots, beyond the exit sign under the lantern at the edge of the woods enfolding sinister twilight, a cracked numbness of these regions that I wouldn’t feel but only know, like I used to feel what I wouldn’t know.
"The Light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overpowered it"
I freaking love the library, dogs
Im so depressed its not even compartmental
Ughh i give up.