Dark green ink

The pen in my hand is my entertainment. Creamy coloured sketchbook paper and dark green ink. The pen in my hand is my entertainment, a very small window into my soul, perhaps not even a window, more like a crack of light sneaking under a door polluting the ebony night. It’s now that I leave you. It’s unfair, I know, I’ve begun a story and you’re hungry for the end, intrigue has tickled your imagination and you’re slowly falling into the letters on the page, they’ve wrapped themselves around your thoughts. I’m sorry. I can’t be your muse, not today, not here.