drunken, spun dreams of a tall. towering stranger that told me all wonderful strange and unbelievable things. i woke with a start. it was dark out still. and i couldn’t help but wonder, who was the stranger? was it me?
if it was me,
who was i?
some days I remember the lies you told me and i laugh at both of us at me, for wanting so badly to believe you at you, for having t...