I once bleed to death. Insults speared into my being with merciless precision.   Remorseless hunters found the limping quarry. An opportunity too tempting to forfeit!

That pulsating moonglow within! The lantern of my soul, barely illuminating a strange, dark world.   The supernovas within my eyes ignite the veil of psychosis, torching all the delusions.   Revealing reality, the light within the dark, the obscurity of the twilight.

Days later. I had written so little between Raven’s suicide and the days following. During the daytime, I would sit quietly in front of my laptop staring at a blank screen. Then I would naturally become frustrated and restless,...