I might not know you, but I feel like our bond is strong…
I never had the chance to ask for your name… but I couldn’t care less. You are „it“. You are a part inside of me. A constant voice to hear – but never to see. A part I have sometimes lost sight of . Yet, neither of us has left the other behind. Never.
Tell me, how deep is the bond we share?
And although the question might be somewhat out of line: Who are you?
P.S: If you ever feel dark black wings rising into the midnight’s sky, that’s probably me…
The book that was right next to me is called „Angel Town“ from Lilith Saintcrow.
The first word on page 29 – you might have already guessed it – is „it“…