When all is said and done …
And which part of yourself will you continue to give to the shiny people that fill themselves up with your light? Which will you keep to make a torch and chase the hollow away? I haven't come to this world to leave as a flicker. I learned very young that the dark was my friend. I am not afraid of it. ... Sometimes San Francisco is broken bells and sick birds. It is a strange place that I call home. It’s easy