Aug 23, 2021
6 min read
The Glorious Night I Murdered My Fear of Loneliness
Barefoot at 4 am never felt so good
“Hello darkness, my old friend” — Paul Simon
I lie awake listening, for fear that I will hear a rattle at the door or some footsteps in the hall. I don’t feel confident that he’s actually given me his only key, and I’ve been in a state of high alert for so long that I no longer know how to…
