Description: this is one is so old im going thtrough old work to try to get as much as i can into my book i remember this time 99 i think as being very dark filled with drug and drink i suffered a terrible loss and even writing was hard thats what this refferrs to
Ugly filtered doorway.
Perhaps my mind has finally gone insane.
I fear this pen will not stop writing .
I fear the blood will begin clotting.
The door may close on me again.
The world may run out of paper before Iím done.
I love the smell of ink .
At least thereís that .