night lights in Book of Lies.....

I never am on at night, but for a bit I thought I might see how words come as evening falls into the darkness of my mind
We write and we ruminate, we share our days then share our horrors, what do we have but each other, even surrounded with the flesh and blood we still are drawn to this place,
We are one here, we spill our guts, we speak words that those close to use are unwelcome to hear, Isolated from those who have the privilege to touch us and bleeding our hearts to those who never will