I find myself in need of reminding, yet as I have read through my previous entries I see that much has not yet been writ.


I find myself in need of reminding, yet as I have read through my previous entries I see that much has not yet been writ.

The light is dimmer this day. A blanket of clouds covers the sky like the shroud that seems to surround my heart.

I awoke in the dark of the night crying. I was overcome with this awful feeling of despair.

It has been over a week since last I wrote. I had the inexplicable sense of being watched, and felt it best not to be caught writing.

Another day has dawned, and with it another day of waiting…

I had not thought to confess this to anyone by any means, but as I have no other recourse while I await the end, I find myself taking pen in hand…
