When all is said and done …

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 to find yourself in a situation unfolding around you that you’re not quite sure about. People you’re not quite sure about … Eyes trying to grab as much as they can. Ears cramming calamity into your brain. Vampires feeding on those that float downstream. It IS very interesting …I’m back in the Brooklyn …  I must say I do miss it. What a dream it was.

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