if the night is bad company come find me waiting at your door
i have promised not to wander far away
when the dark finds you shivering clutching onto ghosts tethered to photographs scraping at your tongue for suggestions of a taste come find me calling out your name
i have promised to stay
when you see i am not your demons in masquerade come and find me searching for a break in the clouds, some sunlight for your tortured face all these promises we have made and yet
You are going to love some of your characters because they are you, or some facet of you, and you are going to hate some characters for the same reason. — Anne Lamott
