“There are those nights when the dark is so black and thick, you can’t see yourself, and all you wish for is someone to hold on to. So you reach across those empty sheets of silence, groping and grasping, hoping you’ll touch something, anything warm and alive. But once again you come up cold.”

“There are those nights when the dark is so black and thick, you can’t see yourself, and all you wish for is someone to hold on to. So you reach across those empty sheets of silence, groping and grasping, hoping you’ll touch something, anything warm and alive. But once again you come up cold.”

— Felice Stevens