7/17/2018
Armed with nothing but a pen and a blank canvas, I launch an attack against the dark calverly in my mind—who races toward me with ferocious intent—to sequester my sanity. Blood will be shed, lives will be lost. I wish not for total domination but merely to ward off these incessant intruders until day breaks and light comes to my aid. Rest will be brief, for another battle awaits when the sun descends again tonight