There Exists a Purple Door

And it's strange, because I could swear it has been following me.

I first saw it after being up all night

Sippin' on moonshine.

I crawled past it and fell forward, and

My sweat drenched face hit the hard concrete.

Shaking from the impact of my clammy regret drenched face

Hitting the unsympathetic seemingly crawling natural rock,

I lay for second, or ten minutes, or 2 days

When a young girl with a strange mask

Came up to me. She looked like she had been

Crying....

She spoke and I could see her lips move

Because the mask seemed at first to be translucent,

but on second glance...

It appeared almost to be fading in and out of reality.

Strange, because I could tell it was real, made out of cloth,

But on her face it stood, flicker like a television set.

Why are you crying, I said.

She replied in the most melodic voice.

I cry for you kind stranger, I cry for you and your time, because you are becoming me, and I am a prisoner.

I awoke confused in my bed,