I shut every window. Locked every door. And still the darkness found me.
Turns out, It wasn't the darkness I was hiding from.
Transmissions
As the old way burns to the ground - the smoke that rises will be The New Pollution.
““I can work the phones
to sort out these demons
with some formal agreements,
or you could let down your hair. “”
““Till every room in my house is full of shit I cannot live without.””