M E N T A L .

He was Insane.

I Walked past his door for the first time. He ran his hands through is dark, damp hair as He scratched the wall with his pale finger nail and made a tally .

Tally's covered his dark grey painted brick walls,
They were Everywhere. If I could Estimate how many tally's were on that wall , I'd probably loose count.

I wish I wasn't so focused on those tally's so I could realize in that moment , that Our dark brown eyes just met each other.