“And one night a mighty gulf was bridged, and the dream-haunted skies swelled down to the lonely watcher’s window to merge with the close air of his room and make him a part of their fabulous wonder.”
— H.P. Lovecraft, “Azathoth,” published 1938
Maybe this is the tequila talking, but
Saying goodbye to people (that I like) (okay, love) (God that’s hard for my shadow heart to say)
Is. The fucking. WORST.