January 7, 2017
Itís dark out now. My brain is running on dark time. Dark slides up to me like a slick moving vehicle. It reaches over to touch me and I recoil. Iíll not be touched by Dark, not today, not tonight. Dark will have to wait. He falls in behind me, following. He is patient this Dark. He is annoying. He keeps rubbing fenders with me as if he had an argument to pursue. He is obviously going to be with me for a while whether I let him touch me or not. Perhaps if I let him he would go.