12.17.2018
400 something days without light. The hands that grope you are from lost souls. Sometimes the hands hurt you. Sometimes they caress you. They always scare you. When the lights do come back on I will exact my revenge. I can’t even read what I am writing.

12.17.2018


400 something days without light. The hands that grope you are from lost souls. Sometimes the hands hurt you. Sometimes they caress you. They always scare you. When the lights do come back on I will exact my revenge. I can’t even read what I am writing.