CasualWanderer82

Well...what type of "draining" are we talking about? 😅

Hmm...is he? 😜

I don't think he was either...

Give it up for fans of Toni!

He booked the flight at four in the morning, in the dark, sitting on the floor of the very nice apartment with his back against the bed because the bed had become unbearable. It was easier in the dark. That was a thing Devin had learned about himself over five years and never examined: that the large decisions came to him at the hours when there was no one to perform okayness for, when the city had gone quiet enough that the ache behind his breastbone was the loudest thing in the room and h

Always love a good quote!

The vessel rejecting the host.

Oooohhhh...you're good. 😏

Thank you @Jkeeletupelo for reading it! ❤️

Or both...?

Ain't that the truth!

Valid. Can't help but feel sorry for anyone who tries to outsmart "fate"...

“He gave me a name,” Mister D said. “He gave me a name in the language He used before there were languages. The Morning Star, he called me. The bringer of light. He said it to me, and I, hearing it, knew that I had been made for it.” In Chapter Eight, "Enzo". 😏

The bar was the kind that stayed open because the people in it had nowhere better to be. Devin didn't remember walking in. That was happening to him more, lately, the loss of the small connective passages, the way a person crosses a room or a street or a threshold without filing it, except now the not-filing frightened him, because he had learned, in the last few hours, that there were larger things missing than the walk from a curb to a booth. He had come up off the pavement to the sound o