The day is dying...only another hour to tick by and the deed is done...i am dying also,each day another purple vein opens its legs on my body. I am a whore of purple veins...yet i am not sad on this issue simply reflective,during daylight hours this week i thought that someone small young i care for whom i cannot really reach out too for it is not my way..it is not in the skin tone of my flesh....it is not the way i was raised..the demons at night testify too this bend in the road..that when they reach thirty i will be talking to my friend Hugh and he will simply say "So Goeth. "....