From my upcoming book “The Depression Papers”

Right now it is the time of night that falls like a sliver of light between night and day. I am at a time in my life right now where there is more time behind me than ahead of me. I feel like I am stuck between a fevered tormented life and a cold peaceful grave. I sometimes think that the thin string that tethers me to reality is starting to unravel and there is no one around to fix it. I gaze into the dark and see nothing but hear a whisper begging me to come inside of it. It is getting more and more tempting to listen to the whisper and go deeper into the dark so I can hear it better. I am afraid though of what it might say so I resist it with what little might I have left.