the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen…
strange alignments today and could it be that i’ve insulted him already? forced him away? i suppose i’ll have my answer tonight, one way or the other. there are only so many things you can hope for when there is no evidence to be seen. i can only appeal to the gods, that they meddle in the affairs of man and send me into his arms tonight. i miss the way he tastes…