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
More than anything she wanted the world to be uncomplicated, for right and wrong to be as easily divided as the black and white sections of an Oreo. But the world was not a cookie. — Roshani Chokshi, Aru Shah and the Tree of Wishes
