Dec 2, 2021
The days fall out of your pockets one after the other. Soon youβll need a new jacket with tougher leather and seams no one has felt. Soon youβll bring the old books into your bed and sleep easy and alone. It must be December again. This must be the part of the story where you refuse to say how the bodies youβve walked toward continue walking in you. With heavy black boots in a calm procession ofΒ darlingΒ andΒ honeyβ they walk up and down the narrow streets of your heart.
β Alex Dimitrov,Β βDarlingβ
