From endless banter to heartache, 3 AM has seen it all.
Hello. My name is Hollow. I live inside your soul. Under the layers and layers of skin, and tissue and muscle… all the way down where nothing and everything survives.
“There was this guy…” I’ll tell her and because she won’t know you, she’ll only see what I want her to.
You do answer it just comes in signs I have to look for a little more closely.
If dogs could talk do you ever wonder what they would say?
I guess I just never get the closure I need to move past things, so I have to create my own.
I want us to exchange secrets instead of lies. I want us to be foolishly open instead of selfishly guarded.
What’s the most adventurous thing you’ve ever done?
I don’t know if I should feel bad for him or make him happy or just leave him there in his cold abyss of nothingness. One thing’s for sure: he’s troubled. And honestly I don’t know how to approach him.
Yet the truth is, a conversation changes nothing—it wouldn’t have fixed the circumstances.