My quill is particular.
Sometimes it subconsciously scratches down and organizes my arrayed jumble of thoughts or it will purposefully craft a letter to a friend that looks like it was literary artwork penned by John Hancock himself. However, every now and then it frantically scribbles out eerie details about the dark entity that’s been following me. Closing in on me. Glaring at me with piercing eyes from the obscure shadows of my endless mind…