Putting on my shoes feels like the last thing I might ever do.

I slipped on a pair of jeans, tightening the belt so they’re snug against my body. My coat is lying on my bed, waiting for me to grab it on my way out of the door.

Sometimes, after reading something that sounds deliciously occult, I have this desire to reach out into the spiritual world and grab a hold of it. A man, grabbing a live power line, I guess. This is a desire that I’ve had for a very long time, and sometimes it gets the best of me.

So as I pull my socks on, I take the time to enjoy the feeling of the soft fabric tugging at my dry, hardened skin, wondering if I will ever feel it again, knowing that the night is going to end without me discovering any kind of supernatural activity.

Sometimes I’m thankful for that.

Other times, it leaves me feeling empty.

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