With the morning comes hope for potential, in wake of the fear of the nightly demons. I can’t read at night in the impending darkness, and in day I get lost in the morning light and the impossibility of living in another dimension.


With the morning comes hope for potential, in wake of the fear of the nightly demons. I can’t read at night in the impending darkness, and in day I get lost in the morning light and the impossibility of living in another dimension.