MichaelGarcia7

The being under the basement cries at night calling out for one simple friend that it cannot have family above ignores what it cannot see except the little boy who hears the screams in dark hours. Solitary hours after dusk, before dawn child of man travels down to see the beast that wept bringing offerings of peace, words of comfort friendship built on mutual loneliness was molded. Talks late at night, stars overhead burning light exciting tales of adventures to be had but thoughts were simply just thoughts, never to happen together and tales in the dark were simply that, tales. Yet the child didn’t know the importance of secrets fa